claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
there are containers
of things collected.
old juice (to see what will happen)
frogs (i let you go when i find you, tho!)
before i had my own kids and
when i was in the early stages
i dreamt of these
full of things
i thought it would be cool
and whole to allow this freedom.
that it would be enough to watch
a child discover and find a way to hold on to it.
so now i am sorry
when i see only the mess
only the container that needs to be washed
the container that may be ruined
because these things
were soaked in rain
and dried out…
the guilt of recycling a dirty container
or not recycling it at all.
i know now more than ever
the mystery of living with both:
realizing this is a dream come true that will need to be cleaned up