Topsy-turvy
Topsy-turvy
Sometimes for days
immersed, not noticing
the state of my desk,
my paint table
One morning
I see only shambles
unfiled papers strewn
paint tubes scattered
brushes clean, but not
sorted by size into cups
two water vessels,
their lids off—
living in earthquake land
a disaster in-waiting
Sticky notes everywhere
each needing attention
Once seen, no other work
than setting it all right