Overwhelmed by space.
The same space I’ve had for years:
something is different.

Room by room: I see
colors, linear clutter,
compromised feng shui.

Every single day
there’s an unorganized mess
where once was order.

Sunrise to sunset,
eyes flutter, spider webs spin
spotless illusions.

I wake to madness:
Multiplying dust bunnies;
mismatched missing socks;

soap scum marble tiles;
dirty dishes in the sink,
an empty icebox.

Piles of paper notes:
to do lists of a decade.
Rugs that need shaking.

Doors that need caulking.
A brain that needs a refresh,
sponges it all in.

On these days, I sleep
and dream in resolutions:
of clean house, and mind.