I scour the grout in my bathroom
For the first time,
Ballooning thickets of bleach-foam with a toothbrush,
Sweating the square feet
For hours.

When I wipe away the froth,
Murky with years of soap scum,
Spilled coffee,
And see the tiles, now seamless–
One white plane–

How could I not have seen past
The fuctioning
To the vast potential
For improvement?