Living a Life

the days are like clothes tumbled and tangled, whipped through the dryer spin

Damp, yet dry; a mangled mess of yang and yin

The leg of of jean inside out; entwined around a pillow cover

In this cold, warm and ready like the hug of a fond lover

What will you make of those single socks hovering in the end?

Those who wander are not lost, let’s pretend