One Page at a Time: Sorting It Out

I am sorting poems today. I try not to think of this as sorting socks–looking for sets, tossing out ones with holes, bothered by the ones still dingy-gray, wondering what to do with those left and unmatched.

Better to think of it as sorting through heirlooms and photographs–recalling forgotten faces, reclaiming failures as successes, revising memory for clarity, retrieving what has been lost.