To Keep or Not

As the moving boxes encroach on space

they force  chairs to sit upon one another 

As their stacks grow higher

I begin to wonder about the art

of letting go and I start to eye

everything with discernment

Why do I need this I ask myself

Any smidgen of hesitancy, any body

movement that lacks a pervasive yes

means no passage, no new place,

I move the rejected items to a corner

where they face a bevy of questions

Are you yellow, underlined, surrounded

by a muster of outstretched hands?

Do you sense the change at your heels?

I offer my apologies to a ceramic rooster
who spent  years staring at a killdeer

flaunt his stuff,  I offer my apologies
to five handblown glass inkwells
where words will remain in empty bottles