When I Am Cleaning Windows
I look at the glass,
Grimy with dirt,
Cleaner, cloth and merrygolds in hand,
I look forward to my task.
Windows should be clear,
Like my soul,
See-through and transparent,
Letting in sunlight and moonlight,
Into a darkened home.
I begin my task at hand,
Spraying the cleaner,
Wiping away the stains and smudges,
Of every surface and corner,
From each season offerings and bird droppings…
Job done and “well done”!.
I feel satisfied,
The sun gleams off the clean glass,
The clouds reflect off the surface.
Now feet up, time for a cuppa.
I sit at my kitchen table and enjoy my garden view.
Subrata Saha (May 2020).
30-30-30
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