Pieces and bits of a memory
Dusty boxes emptied of treasures
Gathered along the way in this life
A journey of this and that
For sale.
Tables filled with things,
Just some of a life held
Letting go to a new home
Stickered with thought
What worth?
Childhood toys and a book or a hundred
Shared now with the cars
If I build it they will come
Sign says today
Come receive.
Emptied lofts of all but a few
Hanging cobwebs disturbed
As light peers through cracks
Un encumbered by things
That are set free
To move about
Somewhere else
Just not here
Anymore.
Thoughts as I unbox years of “things” to downsize before moving. Freedom and letting go feels kind of good in a bittersweet way.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 