Because
the insides of my ears are wet
I put down my chore
and heed the Q-Tips’ call.
I must
swab out my canals
while the wax is soft,
and dry them
so the wind no longer
tingles through
cooling them.
Listen.
Some people, I’ve heard,
see their livingroom askew
and rush to dust and straighten,
vacuum and pick up.
The only whistle I hear
is soft-headed
from hundreds of perfect white soldiers
lying pom to pom
head to toe
like cotton drones
waiting to fly
into my glistening
ears.
The little soldiers….couldn’t live w/o them
Beautifully said.
Thanks Ms Dale.
“Some people, I’ve heard,
see their livingroom askew
and rush to dust and straighten,
vacuum and pick up.”
This i find particularly poignant today for me. I wonder if i am too much in a rush to get on with things and maybe i need to slow down. Thanks Sandy for making me think……you always do.
Hmm, funny, I meant it literally. LoL!
i was thinking of that room in my head that is full of random thoughts and fears and things to do and things to undo and getting on with life and being stagnant or growing and whatever. But yeah, sometimes a spade is just a spade and i make too much of stuff.
No, I like your interpretation. Sometimes I write about things I don’t know I’m even writing about!