Caboodles

I moved the whole caboodle
to a new premise
yet bits and pieces lie scattered
on deserted floors
broken glass with stains of blood 
sticky particles that defy definition
neither carbon or oxygen
they just obstruct respiration
when I breathe free
in my dreams

unpacked caboodles
release unknown devils
strategies 
to deal with the unfamiliar
some are difficult
some easier
than memories
I leave behind…

Caboodles get renewed
never fully disposed
-Focus on the new
life stands transposed