a clock ticks
juniper branches scratch my house
shadows cross oak floors
Rohatsu week begins now
my pockets are full of
self portraits
old grudges
future fears
lists of what I like and loathe
I notice these and overlook the
ticking clock, the scratching branch, and the dancing light
remove one thing at a time
gently set it aside, let it go
emptying pockets
letting go
letting be
’til there’s nothing left to lose but the
ticking, scratching and dancing
December 1 2024
That you for reminding me of this feeling.