The Fine Art
of Debate
Sanding the new ceiling
so I can paint.
Sending out a cloud
of plaster and dust.
I have to clean
my glasses
every minute,
to refresh my perspective.
I have to brush away
the mess where I’ve been working
so I can see if anything has changed
or if I have gone too far.
Occasionally I move
my ladder so I can
come at things
from a different angle.
And sometimes
when I’ve cleaned
and brushed
and moved,
when I can see clearly,
I discover
that I made a mistake.
Wonders Never Cease 