Lost Password

I’ve lost the password to what used to be my life.
The air is strange and I’m losing my sense of balance.
I search through remnants scattered in the home I sold,
Wondering what to keep, or sell, or trash.

In the coffeeshop, the chatter is of family discord:
Recent losses, expected deaths, and mangled hopes
Fall like tears from the balcony, splashing on me,
Where I sit, trying to create a new password.

“I Am”

Eye, glasses, hair

Remnants of other lives
invade, infest, infuse my life,
enlighten me, cling to me. 
drag me down, lift me up,
surround me. 

I persist 
pushing the furniture 
of my past,
clearing space
so I can see.