"I'm moving from Grief Street.
Taxes are high here
though the mortgage's cheap.
The house is well built.
With stuff to protect, that
mattered to me,
the security.
These things that I mind,
you know, aren't mine.
I mind minding them.
They weigh on my mind.
I don't mind them well.
I haven't got the knack
of kindly minding.
I say Take them back
but you never do.
When I throw them out
it may frighten you
and maybe me too.
Maybe
it will empty me
too emptily
and keep me here
asleep, at sea
under the guilt quilt,
under the you tree."
Marie Ponsot
The Bird Catcher
Mandala
by StarWheels