Sacrosanct Saturday

On hands and knees
a fervent missionary, intent on
ousting the dust devil
I do cleanse.

Sweeping all before me
with bleach and zeal, repentant
of idle months of neglect.
Full of remorse

I determine to keep things tidy
to absolve my guilt.
Surface grime begone,
begin anew.

Clutter, vanquished.
Paperwork, reviled and filed.
Clothing and excess given unto charity.
Hallowed halls purified by
hoover penitence, I am
once again content
under the firmament, thank god.