Gnats
We forget the pleasure
of a coat of paint,
a tightened screw,
the hard brush scrubbing
of the bathroom tile.
These projects that seem
to grow in their enormity,
to accumulate against us.
We live with thousands
of little burdens, flying
then settling like dust,
like gnats, and we forget
that we are burdened,
we forget, but we stoop
a little lower, work
harder to rise from it.
We hide from ourselves
the obvious, our desire
and ability to make
things right.
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