a place for everything

a mosaic of wrongs and grief
and fears and anger makes -
not a very pretty place to live

they have their places, right
enough, yet mortar your heart
with stiff and stuck places

and then the mildew comes,
and you are not a place anyone
much wants to visit, let alone

you

you can keep them, yet be
sure to scatter in some of that
stuff grown ups don’t make

time for. play. and love-just-
because. and sweetness and
kindness, for that matter

and then the fading comes -
but it is all right, and everything
you never dreamed or feared