After Cleaning

Good morning, dear ones. Today’s draft comes from cleaning house, and reflecting on loneliness. The metaphor is there, but not quite fully developed.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe come to the beauty of the empty bucketEmpty, we call it, while lemon-scented water drops(strays from the deluge)travel and collect, conferring before evaporation.In the space where water was,adventurous air finds againthe gray metal borders of a holding space. Flick of fingers on the outside edge makes a clear, known note -- another gift to air, sound massaging waves.