THE LIABILITY OF ALL THINGS

Boxes and boxes of them,
all around,
pulling at us,
all day long.

Things, at one point, we might’ve died for,
Things, we thought,
might make it a little easier to live.

Tug at us
as we seek freedom
from all that has gone on.

If I can just let go,
of this one thing,
then maybe the next one,
will not be so strong.

And I can sit here watching the birds
Scrape at each other
For what I once thought
was mine.