Here’s another metaphor in a rough draft poem
about the same topic as April 11th…
(read today’s poem first, then scroll down to find out
what I’m really writing about.)
WHAT LIES WITHIN THE BIN
Sometimes it’s good:
sliding the tines of the rake under a big pile,
lifting, then tossing it
into the compost bin.
Your chest swells,
you breathe the earthy air
with a feeling of deep
accomplishment.
Sometimes it’s not:
scooping up all those separate pieces
of who-knows-what,
dumping them in.
And then that awful thought:
Should you have been more careful?
What did you just cover-up?
What’s at the very bottom?
This is about dealing with a pile of emails.
