sorting out

B-day cards,postcards, old photographs,

books yellowed by the past of the time,

CDs, vinyl records, cassettes from my youth,

museum maps, notebooks and diaries,

brushes, watercolors,

beloved jackets,

holed shoes,

a couple of reminders of old scars

all them piled out...

laying on the floor

hanging out of the drawers

spreaded as tarot cards telling me my fortune

whispering... 

and I am here trying to sort them out

I know I can't carry them with me

but then I realise that they are already part of what I am

'Postcards and letters
T-shirts and sweaters 
Passports and Parkas 
Mobiles and chargers 
Two tennis rackets 
Blue Rizla packets 
A new sheep-skin jacket 
I lost it all 

All through my life there have been 
Many rare and precious things 
I have tried to call mine 
But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything 
For more than a short time 
Possessions of a sentimental kind 
They were mine, now they're not 

Gym-kits and trainers 
Asthma inhalers 
Silk-cuts and Bennies 
Ten-packs and twenties 
C-class narcotics 
Antibiotics 
The holes in my pockets
I lost it all 

All that I'd like is to know
Just where do those lost things go? 
When they slip from my hands 
Then one night in a dream 
I passed through a sheepskin screen 
To a green, pleasant land 
I found them all piled up into the sky 
And I cried tears of joy'