Four walls,
\nemptiness and openness,
\nthat is my cellar,
\ncleaned of its memories,
\nrubbish, papers,
\ntreasures found, discovered, stolen.
\nLamps and boxes and scarfs and gloves,
\nand above all, discarded poetry,
\nletters, secret diaries,
\nold newspapers with hidden stories.
\nIt all made up my life.<\/p>\n
It accumulated, threatened me,
\nreduced itself to mold,
\ntook sunlight and cast coal in the sky.
\nIt was the open tense
\nof a life finishing itself,
\nbut not finished,
\nand I cleaned it all out.
\nRescued myself,
\nput in order what needed straightening,
\nand I found four walls,
\nemptiness and openness.
\nA certain joy and a caution.<\/p>\n
What does the sea hold for me?
\nWhat does the great ocean of life
\ndo for me now?
\nWhat will I bring to the cellar
\nof my emptiness.
\nShould I learn how to forget?
\nShould I take new love,
\nburn fires on a mountain?
\nGaze into forever until it perishes?
\nShould I never collect again?
\nNever save a letter,
\ncherish a picture?<\/p>\n
What do I do with the orphans
\nin my garage?
\nThe junk,
\nthe cherished mementos,
\nmyself wrapped in crumbling diaries.
\nI do not know.
\nI refuse to give up my new freedom.
\nThe dropping away of dreams
\nthat have finished themselves.
\nI do not want them,
\nthey belong to the sand,
\nto the stones on my soul\u2019s shore.
\nBut I am a footprint in their reality.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Four walls, emptiness and openness, that is my cellar, cleaned of its memories, rubbish, papers, treasures found, discovered, stolen. Lamps and boxes and scarfs and…<\/p>\n