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