The Spring Clean
All that keeps life from being spacious
I’m putting into a box
And taking to the curb.
Let someone else use it.
The hand-me-down furniture that I never wanted,
Clothes that don’t fit—especially that old robe,
All the old knickknacks and souvenirs from the journey,
It’s all got to go.
Just give me a sunlit room
Freed from all but the essentials.
And from this place
I will view creation anew.