our lives

strewn with every perception we have ever had/each item seemingly detritus/rejected with abandon and uncare/but in reality/each item placed/exactly in the space that it takes up/ready to settle into our landscape/ready to be tossed about by winter storms/or ready to be examined, picked up, moved with care.

we choose/what stays or goes/but always it is our perception that remains/and this more complicated

(less complicated)

than we imagine