WHAT DEBRIS

The day brings
May give us
Pause to go
Searching for
A route out
When what we
Need to do
Is stay in
And find ways
To use those
Things or where
To store them
For later
Days when stuff
Will not yield
Or eludes
Our old grasp
Like a name
Just beyond
Being said

Screws come un-
Screwed and
Carpets shift
Along un-
Even floors,
Whose wood will
Absorb heat,
Cold, damp, shock
From buildings,
Which settle,
Sway, buckle,
Turn into
Molecules
Some eyes see
Moving or
Suspended
In prisms
For moments
Being made