Day 207 – Rummaging

The 365 Poetry Project: Year 3

When some things have been wrong
and I just feel it

and some things have been good
but I’m not sure which ones

and the fullness of the heap today,
the unsorted pile of junk,
is getting heavy and very confusing

I need to go home.

There could be diamonds here
or at least bullets
and I need to find out.

Could you understand that?
That a person could float along with a smile,
silently collecting the bits of the day for later?
That they are very often just pretending to listen
and also listening a whole lot harder than you’d think,
and that all your being, your matter and liquid wrapped up in skin
is as fodder for someone else’s trade?
That you may very well be a tin can in my heap,
something saved to ponder later?

And can you understand that I’ve been collecting all day
and sometimes by…

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