Quest for the Quotidian

You will go back to basics —

Stacking wood,

Making the bed,

Breathing sea air …

Back to doing laundry

And flossing your teeth,

Raking the yard,

Kneeling to pray.

You will return

To the day to day

— the ironing

Of shirts and the crunch

Of leaves underfoot in

The woods. God never left,

And works within.
Still, the clock keeps ticking.