cluttered
most of us have more than we need
we comprehend when many lose everything
all at once
we teeter toward equilibrium –
my four umbrellas to your none –
and any space that will take it
is flooded with the too-much most of us have
we let out a satisfied sigh
at getting rid of any of it
(stuff, guilt, excess, clutter)
now there it sits
waiting to go home with someone new
but there are no homes to go back to
and new clutter’s the last thing needed
