Why do I always leave the entry-way light until last?
I turn in the safety of the vinyl patch by the door,
working to recall the placement of each forgotten toy
The dollhouses dragged out for a city—here
the game—over there—too elaborate to bear demolition
And not just toys clutter the floor
There's the laundry,
piled high,
pawed over,
spilling out
here
Library books read, skimmed, ignored—ah—there
I step
They say it goes by so fast
Step
They say to cherish every moment
Step
They say to let the mess go
Step
I don't think they've seen this mess
Step
And again
Two more and…
Safe
I slide in under straightened sheets
the only straight thing, sometimes,
feel my good man breathe.
Safe