Spatiality

Spatial location is how I find things;
Knowing one's place special joyousness brings;
If you move stuff I am totally lost,
Feel quite at sea when my things have been tossed.

Piles on the floor, piled up high on my desk,
Layered in time – I know where I can fetch
Anything wanted, so please don't disturb –
Hoping that this archaeologist's heard.

My mom was like that, and my father too
“Nest ” more than “bunker”, we lived in a zoo:
Animals, trophies, mementos, the lot –
“Keep ” was the mantra, “whatever you've got! ”

Fantasy plays such a part in our lives –
Tools and the symbols in our space arrives –
Picturing how we one day would go forth
Like Don Quixote – white knight on a horse.

Some call it hoarding, some clutter, some junk;
Scrapbooks, collections, shoved under the bunk;
Not enough shelves for our treasures to store;
Off to the market to fetch us some more.

Buying our bargains at two-for-one sales;
Non-fitting clothing (it others regales);
Yard sales and auctions bring treasures galore
Into our spaces for us to adore.

When we feel down, gather treasures around;
Gives us good feelings – in things we abound.
When it gets deeper we shuffle the mess,
Goat-trails to guide us, relieving distress.

Then it collapses, our fine house of cards;
We can't locate, though we've tried very hard;
Off to the store, crank up volumes of debt;
Buying, yet knowing we might find it yet.

When we de-junk we feel lost in the gloom –
Spatial location put us in the room;
We start to wonder if we are still here,
Are we abandoned forever's our fear

Gifts bought for others away down the road;
Weeds in a garden that's never been hoed;
There's dissipation in projects, and toys,
Hobbies, and music not practiced – just noise.

Derelict cars with their parts falling off;
Gutters are plugged overflowing the trough;
Word on the street is recycle today;
Residual value – “I'll fix it”, we say.

But life has moved on from the gardening days –
Complex machines don't repair so they lay
Out in garage like some leftover grub –
First to the fridge, till it's tossed in the tub.

Turn off the tap's maybe where we should start;
Downsize; leave wallets at home; and surmise
What life would look like – no junk and just us
Living our life without clutter and fuss.

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