Landscape with Open Gate, by Pieter Molijn
Commit
I will discard
a lifetime of refuse.
Careers, friends, lovers,
Family.
What resonates still?
Envision
How do I want to live
these last precious years?
Open, fecund, welcoming.
Only strings of my choosing.
Discard
Each decision
bears consequences.
The path disappears in a sudden fog.
I cannot see ahead.
Right Order
What comes first?
Needs or desires,
passions or interests,
people or places.
What Remains
Pared to the bone,
tooth marks score the surface.
A wild fox gnaws his leg
to escape the trap.
Spark of Joy
A song rises
through the pain.
It is my soul.
Unrecognized, it sings
the songs left behind.
(Thanks to Marie Kondo)
January 3, 2024
Gail Barrington has enjoyed a varied career as a teacher, consultant, professor, and researcher, but her first love has always been creative writing. Now retired, she finally has the time to pursue this passion. Along with writing poetry, she is currently working on a YA eco-adventure novel.
If I could feel sorrow // for a thing entire of itself, // it would be St. Helena Island.