Day Nineteen
when i was young
i didn’t take much
but my papers and desk.
when felt overwhelmed
i spent much time
at my papers and desk.
when i felt away from the path
i lost the desk
but carried the papers in
a small box.
when i found compassion
we were able to organize
and edit my papers.
when my path seemed clear
i added more papers,
in journals and such.
when each day dawns
i go from my head to paper,
then toss the paper on top of the pile.
when i open the closet now,
it is head to toe papers
that i sift through periodically.
when i read my papers
much of the circumstances are lost
or seem inconsequential.
when i read my papers
i realize how long it takes
to develop a tone with experience.
when i am gone,
these papers will be tossed to the wind
or burned, as the lessons within
and i have taken to another form.
