why am i in silence

when endless distraction

is afforded by science

my inbox emptied 

to autistic dividers

i’m back from the volcano

to the shock of cold

a daze unwinding

spring clean my soul

order proves cathartic

i ponder again, 

why do we say you 

when we so clearly mean me?

a universal you

which you is who

when we discuss

ourselves

i love a spring clean. i love to sort, delete, donate and file. tidy everything up. examine the remnants of springs past.

i had accepted an offer of a new job and was winding down in my old role. i had a bit of free time. and i was still in the aftershock of my autism diagnosis. so it was nice to spend some time evaluating my things, putting them in order.