Mitten throw

Each of us is not in charge of everything.

When people visit

We clean off the table

Pick up the living room

Make sure the piles of things

Are behind the chair.

The kitten is herself

Too small to blame

For everything

Out of place.

As I write

I see the mitten she uses

To play the game

We call

Mitten throw

In the doorway

Between the kitchen

And the dining room.

Soon that mitten

Will find its way

Into the water dish

Onto the stairs

At my feet.

We are not in charge

Of the mitten.