CALL ME BELOVED

vinegar has permeated the apartment,
slowly evaporating into the air and off
of the hardwood. furniture shuffles about
as I sweep out the cobwebs and grit
from my mind. each breath is new and
rejuvenating – the back and forth of
the brush, the broom, the mop
the perfect focus, a mantra that fits
for this afternoon at least.
we exchange smiles as we pass in the hall,
and peace washes over our home –
I fill myself with it and am satisfied by it.