home cleaning

My rugs went to rug city at burning man,
All my records and turntable and even the 45's I bought as a kid
Went away in a few big suitcases,
Bags of clothes,
My dad polyester robin's egg blue suit,
My son's small shoes,

The hockey sticks and snow saucer from Tahoe,
Old suitcases,
From when the jews first left Egypt,
All gone to the Salvation Army,
Although I bought four shirts while I was there.

And 23 boxes of books to the Friends of the Library,
Two full car loads,
Let alone the bags to give to friends,
And the box of advanced reader copies to return to work.

The amazing bird feeder with the one way mirror,
Where the wild birds - sparrows, doves, scrub jays, even a curious
hawk - come into the room in droves,
That my landlord made me remove,
Has gone to a good home.

Now my son's room is clean.
His new big bed and big desk.
A whole walk-in closet just for him.
His new computer and table...

and today I went grocery shopping,
The juice he likes,
Pop Tarts, chips, steak, even.

I've enjoyed this quiet time alone.
The dusty house to myself.
Now,
Where is my boy?