Puttering
Coffee filter, trips to the frig,
Swipe and wipe,
here and there
The cloth-like paper towel grabs up the bloated rice grains
from the drain
A new clean sponge tackles the remains from dinner
As the oatmeal simmers
Some crud on the floor, are bits and flakes
Hand flowing, slightly adjusting the arc a tad wider
In order to slide them into my grasp
Fingers and brain
lightly tracking the micro weights and friction
as mind stays busy
An unimpeded motion sends a signal to stop
To look,
to assess
Oh.
I can’t pick that up after all
That’s a piece of sunlight