Sit in the surf,
The last hours’ tide of toys,
Books, crumbs,
Lapping,
My,
Feet.
A swell of dishes,
Bubbling at the sink.
Washing frothing from the
Laundry bag,
The linen basket,
Piles,
Heaps.
I rebel,
Chose not
another futile mission
Tidying, turning,
Fun into done,
To be undone.
I rebel,
Choose to put words
To this rouse
A scam
I am more than machine,
Beach sweep,
Care giver,
I choose a new horizon,
Flatten a crease,
New pages, new ways,
I leave myself,
To find myself.
Lost in a world,
Another story,
My own gains meaning,
My own gains.
Mine.
I find myself,
Drifting in a sea,
Alive with just made memories,
Peace.
The children sleep,
I find me.