I have reduced my life down to
as simple a form as I can.
I’ve put it in the center of the
table and I watch it like you would
tv, wondering where it will go
next, wondering if I have simplified
things a little too much, wondering
if I have enough of myself in that
little box. It need some attention,
it was too scattered, too
random, and now it’s not.
Not one bit,
not random at all.
My life is very small, it sits
in a box on my kitchen table, and it
does nothing but behave.
by Cher Bibler