Milagro

she's in she's out.
vacuum, brushes, liquids,
buckets and rags,
brooms and mops,
swish, vroom,
every floor, every counter,
each shelf
and under the bed
in every room.
no dust, no dirt, no
nothing but the clean
smell of pine.
the books are stacked,
papers aligned,
the sheets are changed,
the dishes washed,
the bathrooms
shine.
the pillows arranged just
so. how have I lived
this long without her,
my Milagro.