So many of us have been spring cleaning today, this one seemed appropriate. I’ve shared it through my favorite line and then you can find the rest at the Poetry Foundation site through the link. Read it several times slowly. There’s a lot to enjoy here. 

Cleaning an Attic

BY BRENT PALLAS

The day had finally come
when everything there

seemed misplaced or out of place
as an ex’s box of things. The unused

beside the irreplaceable, the easy-
to-assemble uncomplicated now

by disuse. Some hand
of randomness leaving behind

its lampshades stained
like ancient maps, its ladders

still climbing upward, and enough
old tools to restart a world.

Every drawer filled
with the other half of things.

Read the rest here.