Clutter

In these heavy days of uncertainty,
days that redefine reality and
relationships, I wonder who I will
be when, like the butterfly breaking
out of its chrysalis, I emerge from
necessary confinement.

In my musing and wondering, a revelation.
On my desk, at this moment, are pieces of
who I am, descriptive, defining.
Two books partially read; car keys:
instruments of adventure; reading
glasses: print is blurry these days;
a pencil and a pen:  writing is live-giving;
a coffee cup, hot to the touch:  my
4 a.m. friend; a small, black journal
with a ribbon marker: the home of
memories and magical moments.
my wallet with a clear side pocket that
displays my driving license: who is that
person in the picture?  A small gold frame
embracing the loveliest picture of my beloved.

Like interlocking jigsaw puzzle pieces, each
essential, so I am defined by my cluttered
desk.  No matter how I arrange them,
the parts create the whole.  I am.

Sometime in the future, these heavy days of
uncertainty will vanish and life will emerge
into a new normal.  And we, like Punxsutawney
Phil, will poke our heads out to see who we
are in relation to the new environment.  I
suspect someone will say: “Look at that fella
over there.  Why is he carrying those books
and all that other stuff?”

And I will lift my cup…It’s me.