De-clutter

DeClutter

After Tamara and our dear friend, Carla, bagged our daughter's clothing...
After my brother and I dismantled the hospital bed...
After we donated a van full of medical supplies...
After the rail system came down...
After...

We lay dormant like grubs in the ground,
A growing pile of stuff for donation, liquidation, and elimination.
"Did we really need all this stuff once?"
though we lived in a house--
A quiet house with a vacant room

Slowly
we emerged
And began to purge junk we clung to
far too long

A knick-knack
Some brick-a-brack acquired Godknowswhen
A closet... then two
Scratched LPs I don't really listen to
Books from all corners of the house
Underwear drawers
Socks that slip down
The kitchen's accumulation of
platters for things we won't ever serve
at the parties we hope to have

We threw away the plastic-wrapped glacier in the freezer

We tossed the bower bird's nest
Sketch of a Bower bird proudly standing at the opening of his well decorated nest (c) 2015 by David Borden
A Bower bird's nest
We molted like snakes
It felt good, this
Shedding our cicada shells
in order to dry our wings

We donated
We dumped
We recycled what we could

I trimmed the trees that had banged against the roof for years,
carefully painted the wounds
gathered the limbs for dissection
and collection

All the purging made room
in our rooms
for things that are non-things:

experiences,

caesurae,

time for thinking,

treasured memories,

new possibilities

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"I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one." (Thoreau, "Walden" p. 287)

#grief #mourning #poem #declutter #clutter #recycle #Thoreau #recovering



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