In our house
invisible meteorites always strike
the coffee-filled spoon,
ballpoints disappear into black holes,
newspapers and books
eclipse orbit shelves.
The accumulation of dirt,
on the other hand, is criminal.
Not a millimeter of space is safe
from this cosmic invasion.
Sprays that advertise dust deflection
are ineffective force fields.
Every morning
a flat population materializes
over the counter, under the bed,
even in that dark corner
waxed the night before.
Someone or something beams them down.
Conspiracy comes to mind,
then armed combat. Vacuums of every size
and make are handed out to household members,
cocked like phaser guns. The order
to annihilate is signed -- while underneath
written in small type: Mission Impossible.
~Arlene Ang