Cleaning

Here's a short poem that I wrote around three years ago.

Cleaning

Amidst old papers

And dust-caked shelves

I am picking up the pieces...

Two-and-a-half years are gone

Traded for memories

That are two-and-a-half years strong

Though some I shall release

To the dust and the dead skin

To the rag and down the drain

To the earth and the free wind

To be washed by the rain

The thoughts recalled through cleaning

They stand to be judged

Throw away what's lost its meaning

Treasure what hasn't budged.