Clutter Critical Mass
Chaos and clutter, pushing and pressing
In on me. Drowning me
Filling my eyes and ears, until I cannot breathe
Under the weight of it. I close my eyes,
And though I long to shake free from it and
Fly away. I know I can’t.
My place is here and so I sigh and pray for time
To halt. To freeze.
And in the moments outside of time, within this space
To begin. Perhaps
If I focus on just one space, I can bring peace
And order. And air.
Perhaps that space will claw its way through
The clutter. Spread and grow
Until chaos subsides and I can breathe again.