Desert Dweller

Amidst the over-furnished room,
beside a drawer named “Junk,”
atop a pile of unread books,
sits a box labeled “Desk Stuff”
that accumulates the
odds and ends of a life.

Amidst the under-furnished space
of the mind,
atop the frontal lobe of a brain,
sits a basket of fragments—
bits of disorganized memories,
pieces of disordered ideas,
reams of unfinished dreams.

A miscellany
of incomplete puzzles,
unlearned lessons,
and unsolved riddles saved for rainy days,
sits beside the hippocampus,
collecting dusty cobwebs.

At the moment of departure,
where do the perplexed and befuddled go?
Do they find uncluttered space
and regain a neatly organized mind?
Is that heaven?

© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 150/365.
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