by Claudine Wright
There is so much clutter in these rooms, I wouldn’t know where to beginDo I start from where I am and work my way through?
Or do I start with the shelves, empty the closets
Should I try to blaze a path or do I just start with whatever my hands lay on?
Do I unpack the boxes or do I just toss them whole
Do I go through the rings and keep the ones that mean something
Do I even try to untangle the angry knot of necklaces or do I toss them as you did me?
Try to reunite them with a pendant that is somewhere . . .
In one of these boxes?
Do I just set fire to the house and call it a day
Do I try to make sense of it? Throw it all away?
Or so I bite my lip and go through these boxes one by one, save what I can
And keep what little still has meaning?
There is so much clutter in my life, I wouldn’t know where to begin.
Copyright: Claudine Wright