Category: Everyday Lenses

My Overwhelming Basement

I should sit down to sort through
All I’ve chosen not to,
Since I’ve finally cleared a spot in
Basement piles I’ve forgotten.

I can clearly see the product of some spider sweat,
Decorations in between the Christmas that I’ve let
Sit for months behind a box of Halloween
That should have squeezed in right between

The box of camping gear that waits to live in twenty-ten
And the clothes I’ve kept that, maybe, might just fit again.
My pegboard hangs near empty on the wall
While the tools returned from projects start to sprawl.

The treadmill, the weight bench, my old furniture
All of which will someday be used I’m sure,
In fact right now they’re put to use by shelving gear
For babies who we know won’t show this time of year.

The aforementioned clearing must have been a mirage.
So instead of cleaning this mess, I’ll go look in my garage.

Opening Doors

My bathroom door is tricky when it sticks
Which is more than I would like to admit.
If you come to use our washroom and it picks
You to mess with, please get used to it.

I carry two to-go mugs full of coffee,
A laptop bag, and some random thing.
Which is good till we both get to the spot we
Need the other one to do the opening.

Sometimes if I can find myself positioned
To hold the door for you who’s passing through
I’ll hold it, but it’s not what I envisioned
When person after person’s after you.

Timing’s not a bad thing to have hope in,
But a tricky door is something we can open.

Digital Photo Etiquette

When digital cameras were still an idea in the womb
You could take a picture of someone and not show the room.
But that era is over, the etiquette’s made,
Right after your photos are taken, they must be played.

We’ll actively ignore my baby
Adorably smiling and kicking.
To see if you’ll stop and play me
The smiles you caught with your clicking.

I get it, but don’t understand
Why we’re leaving the physical version
So we can instead see the two inches spanned
In a digital image emersion.