2006/sanity

Sanity.
After a year
and a half,
I can do the
wash at home.
My laundry space,
as compact
as the rest
of the house,
restored
with ironing
board, vacuum,
drying rack
and step ladder
tucked in their
precise spots.
This morning
I reach around
the corner to drop
a bag in the recycling,
as though I’ve
done it all year.
As though my
life has been
uninterrupted
grace and peace,
instead of chaos
and disruption.
And then I slip
the clippers from
my green and white
gardening bag,
hand tools in
their respective
slots,
to snip the white
lilies before
returning them
to the olive green
vase my daughter
just gave me –
from Thailand,
a place she
dreams of seeing.

1/6/06