Counters are cluttered
With unwashed glasses & dishes.
The strainer for berries is face down
On the bacteria laden tiles.
The grater stands silvery tall
On the topsy turvy countertops.
He uses the grater
For the ginger root
That he blends
With yogurt and whey
For his magical drink
That helps his
78-year-old body
Do the butterfly stroke
Each morning I try
To sweep away
The culprits and
Placing them on the window sill
That stares at our atrium.
I want to be able
To sponge away the debris
In one swoop
But I can’t
Crumbs seep out
Of the toaster oven
Moisture leaks
From the dish drainer
Flustering
So, the rubber mat
On the stone browned tiles
Absorbs the scraps.
It’s hard to let it go.
Different from West Hollywood
Where peace and organization rule the day.