Spring cleaning

Spring cleaning

From the farthest nook
in the bottom shelf
to the far-away corner
on the loft above
and those recesses in between
full of mysteries
seldom unlocked in aeons,
I sweep up the past
stowed away for long,
dusting away
layers upon layers
of years bygone,
sifting the sweepings
I throw away debris
long past their days,
and stack away memories
that can’t be erased.
Little surprises
hidden in secret places
sneak up here and there
and catch me unawares
all over again
stirring up a spring
amid my sultry summer.