Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Single Mindedness

There is so much here
to clutter up my mind.
The hawk in the tree
hunting for lunch.
The sound of the dishwasher
moaning over and over.
The telephone calls
of my father
as he slips
further
and further
into insanity.
I do not know
where to begin.
This morning
I pushed a mop
and scrubbed the kitchen.
I accidentally bleached
the vinyl breakfast seats
leaving them streaked,
half dirty, half clean.
I wish I had never touched them.
It didn't matter.
Now there is sun
and the hawk
has come down.
He has only one thing
on his mind.