Walking with a box of stuff —
it’s awkward and it’s heavy,
and now I notice
that the bottom is giving way
and the box sagging misshapen
as my knees try to catch the falling items.
They are slipping out anyway,
tripping up my feet

Let it go. Let it all go —
There’s nothing here you really need,
your new life will have no place for this,
no time, and no allowance
for all this dusty mustiness.
Let it go, look up —
the sun is shining through plum blossoms.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2017