Our sorry state: we are distracted by
Cacophony of year-end clutter
All the things that fell and lodged
In places where it’s hard to clean them out.
Too much packaging that came with gifts
Plastic that we need to throw away
Scrumpled paper lurking
in the corners behind chairs
Backlog on to do lists for the day
The sun that showed for just five minutes
Prior to diving into overcast
Is heading downwards now behind the clouds
The dark of early night will overtake us fast
And if we scramble, maybe we can overcome
The tasks and trash and distant blare of commerce
To find the peace we hoped the season promised
Establish order and reclaim our home.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2011