Today I had the energy to clean
The house. Well, some of it. I scrubbed and swept
Wiped and decluttered. Feverishly keen.
At household chores I’m usually inept:
I just don’t “see the dirt”. I don’t know why.
Or if I do, I’m overwhelmed, aghast.
This morning, I decided “why not try?”
And now my house is sparkling at last.
Well, some of it. It’s better than it was.
If someone visited, I would not be
Too filled with shame. Perhaps that is the cause
Of my newfound cleaning ability.
I don’t feel like some lazy, pointless drudge
Knowing that no-one’s coming round to judge.
Tom Juniper Poetry 