The mess...

I wasn't going to post anything today but Sally's just emailed to say she's enjoying my poems, hurrah! So, this is for Sally.* And also for me.

The Mess

Don't let the mess

Depress you,

I said.

And don't think you need to impress

Me (or anyone)

With a tidy room

Or a tidy life.

It's OK

To be messy.

And if you have the time

To clear everything away

That's not

Necessarily

A good sign.

The mess is benign.

15/11/10.
I've just done that thing where you look too closely at a familiar word and it becomes absurd. Messy, mess, mess, mess, messy mess, messiness. Gahhh!
*Not because I think she's messy! I just like her and I also, separately, like this poem.