cardboard boxes and packing tape
this space is too much
it’s outgrown me
and unless I start leasing some of it out
to collegians or critters or such
I’m afraid it may do me in
sometimes the spaciousness
overwhelms me
and I find myself needing to get away
so I slip on my walking boots
hightail it to the nearest nature trail
while I’m away I sort things through
reconciling every single detail
needing to be minimized
my mind slowly becoming sharper
the longer I stay away
april two thousand nineteen
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“to collegians or critters or such” … Ha. Love that. 🙂
Love the whole poem, actually. So wise.
thank you Shawna 😀
Great post
thank you