On my knees I find that the tshirt I’ve been looking for is under the chest. I wonder how long it has been there?
On my knees I find the boingy doorstopper thing is still up in this room, although not in others. I wonder how long it will stay?
On my knees I find the toothpaste stain on the carpet, where I walked out of the restroom while brushing my teeth to check my email. I wonder what was in my email to make me do that?
On my knees I find the wheels on my antique furniture. I wonder whose floor they rolled across before mine?
On my knees I find the plug lying in the floor that is attached to the #1 sound machine I bought in February. It stopped working by April. I wonder if they will take it back?
On my knees I find my favorite Eeyore sock blending with my dustruffle. I know there is stuff behind the dustruffle but do not wonder why enough to look.
On my knees I find paint that needs a touch up. I wonder when I will get around to that?
On my knees I find a scarlet thread which is not attached to anything. I wonder where it came from?
On my knees I find many things I don’t notice when on my feet running to one thing and the next.
On my knees I find I am not alone. I find God. I wonder why I don’t get on my knees more often?
Copyright 2009 kim crawford