When I vacuum, I sing

When I vacuum, I sing


worship songs, praises to God, wishes

for another life, a life that won’t fall

apart with every turn, every look,

every glance in another direction.

A better life. I sing for mercy,

for love that swells, swirls the heart

until it bursts, leaving me a fragment

of who I was, who I am, a flame

of who I will be. With the rumble,

all I have to do is sing.

2 thoughts on “When I vacuum, I sing

  1. Katelyn,
    I think that this is an excellent poem. Interesting combination: singing and vacuuming. To me, it reflects finding hope and inspiration while we go about our ordinary, daily lives. I like the line breaks. They create an effective rhythm.

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