Imprisoned, saddled
heaving household
soiled linins
cook clean dance.
Glance at mouse,
who carefully grooms,
breathes life into
dusty tombs.
Flowers struggle
murky waters,
the strongest hold
heads up high.
Soul revived by
creature and blooms.
Whispers of contentment
flirt with my heart.
Bewildered at
a moment of Eden
on my kitchen table.
