Dear Messy House

Dear messy house

I wrap you around me –

my Hermit cave.

Dear messy home,

I spread you around me –

my overflowing writer’s desk.

Dear mess, 

I place you around me –

tools for my convenience.

Dear me –

I gaze around myself

and realise there’s a problem.

Dear merciful gods,

please gather around me

and explain how it is

that when everything’s tidy,

I can’t find anything I need –

yet at a certain point 

when the place

gets messier and messier – 

I can’t find anything I need!

Written in response to Friday Writings #57: Repeating Oneself, at Poets and Storytellers United.