Poem: Downsizing

Divesting myself of

former collections —

seashells

dried flowers

feathers

books that I loved in my 30s.

Ideas about what kind of life I wanted, needed.

What was, is, possible for me.

What other people thought I should want.

What I felt like I “deserve”.

Slowly

mindfully

I’m emptying

baskets.

What opens up inside of me when

my vessels rift?

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Poem #66, written 6.17.2014