We have always had a basement since
we started living together,
a place to store and stash items
we aren’t sure what to do with,
pants that don’t fit now but
might again someday, 
enough Raisin Bran for the apocalypse,
toys and bikes our daughter no longer
plays with or likely remembers,
photos and artwork we had hung in prior houses but
don’t go in this one.
I fantasize about a life where
we only have within reach
what we use and love,
and we burn the rest.