the heart

there were skeletons in the closet, ok behind
we found them when we moved it
clearing out the old stuff
anatomy of long long ago
peeling off the layers
of time and life and love
finding the faded yellow page
of learnings found and new

what was new is old now
but my heart grows strong and true
as I throw and sell and give away

under all the stuff and rumble
the tousle with the old attachments
stories, bits and maybe-useful-one-day's
stays a patient, waiting heart

filling more as the stuff is emptying
space for joy and thank you's