Today I spent hours
searching for my photographs,
only to find I’d packed them
in a large plastic bin, full of prints,
other artwork. I have so many
bins and other containers
I can’t remember
where anything is.
I did this to organize my life,
but there is something at bottom
that remains scattered. Some idea
I have about what I’m doing
that escapes words, organization.
Instead, I can’t find anything. Everything
seems to be lost,
but I am here, finding what I can.