Is there more to life than cleaning?

Is there more than this?
the back and forth of a lawnmower
as the bugs fly out
and the fresh smell exhales

Is there more than
a red toy
a yellow toy
and an odd sized truck, sorted into bins?

What about the sizzle of a fry pan
filled with water
soaked to remove the remnants
of last nights' feast?

Dough rising in the humid kitchen air
whirring of a plugged in vacuum
and balls being thrown
from their freshly sorted bins

Why would there be more than these?
the color, the smell, and the taste of life
This heart center
birthing fresh dreams

With them.