I found this poem in my Google doc. It was written June of 2010, just a draft. Two and half years later I add a bit.

 

Basement Cleaning

What is this?

What is that?

Do we need it here or there?

Do we need it any where?

Thank God it is gone!

I love the space..

The broom slides over this smooth place,

Revealing cement making room for grace.

Hope for saving,

is it true hope,

or false;

Obsession?

I have no time to sew,

Fabric has been long gone.

My time is spent holding my last; a boy,

I need space to think of what is really lasting,

No time to clean around

the lack of space

that gets rearranged

several times a year.

No time to be anxious

for the time, when I will have it.

To do with it,

what I have been falsely dreaming.

Grace and Hope come in for a visit.

The basement now sacred solicits,

Trust implicit,

commitment and love.. elicit.

Time to commit,

Time is for seizing

Basement care is soul cleaning.