Everything in the house is tidy and clean:
The dishes are done.
The puppy toys are put away.
Dust has been wiped from the coffee table.
I even washed my face.
Patted lotion under my eyes.
Immaculate, surprise-visitor ready.
Clean. Tidy. Put away in the proper place.
Now, why can’t I do the same thing for the accelerating thoughts that swirl in my head.
Keeping me from sleep…
Keeping me in the deep…
Keeping me in chaotic space.