Cleaning with Impediments
Maureen Tolman Flannery
Another baby will arrive any day. Together
we are making the space worthy of its entry.
I furiously arrange, vacuum, dust, put away
on one side of the room while she,
on the other side, in a more systematic
and orderly fashion, clutters and dislocates.
All the tchotchkes are now part of her farm
and nothing is where it might otherwise belong.
She has discovered a tiny blue willow tea service
and has set up her table on a hankie.
Come joy me, I hear among her pleasantries
on both sides of the on-going conversation.
When she says it again
I realize she means me, is emphatic
and not to be kept waiting.
As I switch off the vacuum I hear her
dismiss other tea party guests. Haba goo day.
I decide to just let the dust settle and joy her.