Critical Mass

I have been incredibly busy recently, home a lot fewer hours and, as often seems to happen at such times, the clutter has been secretly reproducing.  I only wish that clutter was less inclined to give birth to whole litters at a time!  I wrote this some time ago, but it seems so appropriate to post it today.

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.