Creation Myth
After every trip the world is new
or my life and I forget basic things--
one year I forgot which floor my office
was on. I have no office anymore
just a home, but is this where I live?
C opens the windows every time I leave,
even for the afternoon. He begins cleaning,
leaving the floors spick and span, all the
clutter set in different places. What I meant
to say was that on the way home from the
airport we argued and I got out of the car
(my son asleep in the back) and walked. We
were in town by then and everything seemed
new, the teenagers leaving school with their
trombone cases and running shoes the trees
leaning in, dark and full from rain. It was
an hour and a half until dusk but cloudy
barely warm full spring the earth so
beautiful then I felt bare and new and almost
washed clean. Baptized in my love of the world.
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