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.