Sweeping

Today I swept the back porch and the front steps. I always find sweeping a kind of meditative activity. It’s repetitive action lulls me into a different state of mind.

Sweeping

There is no thought in this

motion of mine

as I caress the ground

with prickly strands

I lose myself in the repeating

swooshing sound

making sure no object remains unmoved

by my presence

but you move some

and lose some

and this is the way of the world

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