Clutter
It comes when we collect
when we never throw anything away
we don't see it
because we are in it
we are surrounded
we make it we own it
it grows like fungus
increasing incrementally
so slowly
we do not notice
until it possesses us
every closet is full
every drawer every shelf
every nook and cranny
so
we move.
Stephen Gospage
Sun 20th Feb 2022 17:27
I remember seeing a programme about a TV presenter whose clutter (newspapers, magazines, books etc) began to physically engulf him in his house. Rather terrifying. Very good poem.