Things seem to collect there;
tools for projects,
items needed for upcoming events,
debris from the interior.
Today perhaps I will give the space the care it deserves;
organize what should remain,
put away the tools,
throw away the trash.
Ignoring isn’t bliss.
Somehow, even with the lid closed, that which lies unseen and in the shadows cries out for my attention.
To listen, my friend, is a lifelong task.