breaking down the pieces of me,
my life
here, in this place,
ready to disembark,
over there, in that place.
all the things i have, i own, that i have acquired,
sit around me.
some memories spring to mind;
most are buried, passed on, or i recall with a quick smile,
or recoil
with downturned mouth.
i want to give it all away, just move,
move on, away,
pieces and features and furnitures,
laden and heavy with time,
and all the space they fill.
i yearn to be free of the things
to open my arms out wide
and embrace with a smile
all that will follow.
