Monday, 7 March 2016

The Zen of Spring Cleaning OR Picking Up, Dusting Down, Starting Over

Now and then (probably not often enough) we pause to take stock of our lives. Sometimes we may find that life wanting. 

So, what then?  How many of us actually do something about it rather than shrug it off with that much abused saying, ‘That’s life…’? 

Whatever, it says a lot for the human condition, its capacity for picking itself up, dusting itself down and starting over…


Love, more than a word
to tide us over,
but a window on a world
running for cover

Left, a trail of broken ties
comprising loose ends
pointing to familiar places
and old friends

Time, but hands on a clock
we mistake for real,
blaming the vagaries of luck
on a turn of its wheel

Word and world in danger,
(bad dreams on cue);
a raging at impotent anger
ever clouding our view

Nature, an ever ready Here 
and Now, expecting us
to go for it, serve it better
than lost opportunities

Humanity, in the business
of excusing, learning
history's worst mistakes,
for spring cleaning

Life, ever picking itself up,
dusting itself down,
recovering nature's cup
of fresh spring rain

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2016

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears as The Zen of Window Cleaning in 1st eds. of A Feeling for the Quickness of Time, Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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