I find myself always reaching, yearning for something just out of my grasp
If I stretch and extend as far as possible, my fingers can maybe graze it, but cannot grab
Like the remote when it slides under the couch
When it seems like all efforts to obtain just push it further away
Until you’re down on the ground, hands and knees in the dust, ever reaching
Confronted with all the dirt and the grime that lives just out of sight, forgotten
Candy wrappers, lighters, the batteries that popped out last time you lost this damn remote
A fine dusting of various pet hairs and a single potato chip
Acknowledged but quickly ignored to favor whatever the task at hand
With my face pressed to my un-swept floor I think “there must’ve been a better way to do this”
-AJ