When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room for.
What does one do?
I rented a storage space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took everything.
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted.
Things! Burn them, burn them!
Make a beautiful fire!
More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing — the reason they can fly.
