By J.D. Adrian
As I lay in bed
It was all in my head
Plans to organize and sort
My house and my life
All over again.
Now that I’m up and ready to go
I spot the box across the room
I call it the King Pin of it all
For that is where the cleanup begins.
If I empty that box
There is new space for DVDs
And DVDs once moved leave a place
For magazines that take up space
On the coffee table and floor.
The table now empty
Is moved to the wall
To hold the TV, the modem,
The router, the printer, and all.
Let’s see now, what’s next?
The trunk at the wall
Moves toward the sofa
Replacing the other now moved
Becoming the new table for coffee and such.
It is smaller, you see,
Than the other now moved
And that leaves more room for me
As I adjust to the walker
That assists my post-op mobility.
But wait, there’s more.
My nemesis, the desk,
Still waits for action
The papers, the lamp, and mail are calling.
The lamp is broken
And will be replaced
By another across the room.
Now there are three lamps, you see,
A requirement for each well-decorated room.
Out to the trash goes the lamp
And good riddance, I say.
But what of the papers
Removed from the King Pin box
The lost and forgotten receipts and files?
The first to be moved
Are the last to be sorted
The completed circle, you see,
The files now in place, the excess discarded,
And my world nearly peaceful again.
I will repeat these exercises over again
As time goes by, and as we all do,
And it occurs to me
That the one thing in life we all do the most
Is move things from one place to another.