I am Heading Down

I am heading down

to the bottom of my life -

to the basement of my days -

to sift among and through

the sloughed of pieces that

have alluviated here from the

ever constant action of erosion.

Escarped soul dust.

Time, and wear, and inattention.

I’ll handle and decide on

memories, habits, and impressions

that need to come back out

and up again - up

into the nuance and clutter

to find a way and place

among the me that is aware

and values what is good

regardless of where it abides.

I may even overdo my fond

affection of this forgotten me

and go on about how I found this

grand portion and returned it -

returned it to glory, to the pedestal

of use and display; wondering if

it should stay or make its way

back down to forgotten and lost.