Clean

By Joanna Heath


Today I found a song that sent me somewhere far off,
I hadn’t been in while,
I wanted to say it reminded me of love, 
Of Someone Like You,
But it didn’t,
It wasn’t a love song,
It was about me,
And a neighborly kind of love,
A love that doesn’t make it into pop songs much.

I closed my eyes to listen harder,
To try to hold onto the words tighter,
Breathe them deep before they ran away,
And just when I thought I’d lose it,
It started to rain,
Gentle thunder and silky rain,
I checked the mailbox to have an excuse to stand in it,
I was hoping my medication would be in there but it wasn’t,
So I held on to the words and to the rain,
And I convinced myself I was clean.