The Zen Of The Custodian Poem by Minnie Gehrig

The broom swishes its white tail up and down the hallways,
swish, swish, swoosh,
I let my thoughts float behind it,
lotus blossoms dropping one by one into the pond of me,

the mop comes at first cascading in a waterfall,
stilling my heart rate until it is a dull trickle,
across the floor it circles in its smooth figure 8
symbol of infinity,

The rag brushes itself acroos the smudged windows,
and leaves me reflected in all my shining beauty,

You may pass by, and glance down your nose,
and think poor girl,
and i pass you laughing, and let the zen carry me through!