A heap.

A mound.

A hill.

A mountain.


Where do I begin?

Where do I commence?

This task of decluttering.

How do I sort out this Everest that submerges me?


I fancy I can begin, little by little.

I can work it out from any angle.

I inch forward, a step at a time.

If I don’t give up along the way, I will reach the summit.