My Santiago

Detritus

Leaving our past In the past, We clean out closets, Pantries, sheds. Lug bulging ‘glad’ bags (Why do we call them glad?) Into car boots, And set free our possessions, Our past lives, With a sense of guilt - relief, Into the detritus, Of oft crumbling, Collection - Vinnie - bins, Then return To - only - collect, Yet again.

We finger our past, Free, Yet enslaved.