by Cheryl Merrick
I really tried to march,
Though some claim
I should have tried harder,
but my feet,
quickly boring of the monotonous cadence,
kept adding skips and hops,
and I kept leaping out of ranks
to see an ant hill with a child,
study some book,
or comfort a friend.
Finally, as a flunked recruit,
I decided to get rid of all
the “required” guides and paraphernalia.
At last, in a world of simplicity,
I found room to dance.
Like a butterfly emerging from its dowdy chrysalis our home is emerging, Though essentially the same it now has a new form Comfortable and safe Simple and beautiful
Having only what adds to my life Cleaning as needed: a little here and there My house remains the same, Simple and Clean With colors, shapes, and patterns, music and art, relationships and order, I create a home filled with Beauty and Peace