The things and the people are crying out
for my attention, there is a clutter
in the cupboard, mail in the box, a list
for groceries, all kinds of things
compelling me throughout the day
to relax, they grow
the more I think of them and it doesn't help
to clean up as long as I keep on living
the same, locking me up in shame and guilt
because of what I see in the mirror
that others are holding against me
with whom I dare not discuss
and live the truth: the sun
that fulfils my whole being
with inexhaustible energy --
fuel in my belly
love in my heart
light in my head