piles of things
sitting in the corner of your head
unexamined frozen in time
like when you see your friends
twenty year old you picture as
a kindergartner
the book you were writing
the painting you started
mental clutter
signaling how rarely you
are at home in your own life
where are you living
as dust grows over the must do
list to the point that dusting
makes the list how did it come to this
all that heavy stuff in the middle
of the room gone trip you up
if you don’t clean it up
you may need to come home
seems all the closets are full
the weeds ate the tomatoes
you meant to water before
you forgot you planted
them the un-spoken thoughts
left in the dark till the same
situation pokes its head up from
the basement where you stuffed
it because the attic was full
with untended things no room
to process new things maybe
go mountain climbing all
things become is with or without
you or perhaps do the dusting
might be treasure among the trash
maybe its time for a spring brain
cleanse eat only light for seven days
then throw up the garbage with
the gold maybe using a strainer
maybe letting it all hit the toilet
more will grow