III
I walked into my kitchen
That I'd cleaned the day before
And, as I looked around
A nasty shock was in store.
The work surfaces were grimy,
There were smudges on the door
The window frames were grubby
There were breadcrumbs on the floor.
I wondered how I'd missed the dirt
How the grime had not been seen
Then I took my glasses off
And my kitchen was pristine!
March 2011
