Orange peels
A wise woman tells me,
make space, new ideas will come
and so I try to identify
what I no longer need.
When the world is burning,
not somewhere else but here
and collectively we know that it will be a while
before this dark is over,
still, it is only a small shattering
and maybe the specific path does not matter
maybe orange peels in a pile in the sink
don’t have to mean anything
and maybe when it feels like we are
living in a circular world
with no doors
or answers,
when there is so much fire
everywhere
inside
and out
when forward motion
feels better –
we keep moving
as if action is the only language that matters
maybe the hardest part
is always allowing things to die.
Susan Sweetland Garay 