Life being dismantled
packed into little boxes
compartmentalised
Contents organised
yet disorganised
as much by space
as by association
Summary of a lifetime
events disremembered
something here
something there
unremarked
by what is retained
Objects connected
to forgotten episodes
to a life that never was
but is … in my memory
 
Now I must
put them all together
re–arrange them
find new connections
forget old ones
Associations changing
New directions
Retreating from blocked roads
and dead ends
turnings in life
that lead nowhere
Which way now?
A new doorway
entrance or exit?
Or is it revolving
being neither?
Or both?
Life changed
re–arranged
yet the same