Walking Into

I walk in purple clover
Away from the task at hand
Which is—as usual—

Sorting the past into
What to burn
And what to box

I walk in poison ivy
With the task at hand
Which is—as usual—

What to trash
And what to crate
Into tomorrow

I walk in sunlight
Into the task at hand
Which is—as usual—

The only direction
Purple clover and poison ivy
Which is sunlight