spilt nuts, stale cereal and a
trillion crumbs.
There was even
an oversize marrow, given by a well-intentioned neighbour...
rotting quietly on the pantry floor.
Twenty empty egg cartons spilling
Rogue plastic bags that had somehow seeped with my plastic bag-free home
A trillion crumbs . . .
scattered like ants . . .
leaving a trail of gritty mess.
A trillion crumbs
encroaching on my life
cluttering my brain to the point of standstill
‘can't move for the clutter . . . no room for new thoughts'
Saturday was the day,
jumbled thoughts
fighting for space.
It was a methodical process
shelf by shelf
kitchen floor soon covered with debris
all laid out in varying stages . . . each discarded open packet
telling its own story
One of those jobs
Halfway through I walked away
my mind was represented on the kitchen floor
was just too much
Discarded thoughts
taking up space
suffocating
in
stalemate.
Each opened packet, each empty jar
begging a story to be told . . .
of how they came to be opened, shared for a while then
discarded and left to become stale
fighting for space in an overcrowded pantry
cluttered with a myriad of personalities
and a trillion gritty crumbs wiped from shelves
now sticking to my bare feet
consciously moved from mind
yet still
relentless in their grip.
From shelf to floor
compost bin,
recycling bin,
trash sack
all overflowing with debris
And the trillion crumbs scattered all over the floor
Stuck relentlessly to my feet.
