Poem: A World of Things

A World of Things

There was a time
I opted
for opulence.

Filigree. French furniture.
Oriental rugs. Gold gilt.
Stuff.
Beautiful stuff.
Everywhere.

That has changed.
I have become simple.
Plain.
Clean lines.
Good wood.
Space.
Empty space.
Good light

have become
enough.
More than enough.
Preferred.
Desired.

An unexpected
transformation
with unexpected
lessons,

that simple
is harder to maintain
in a world of things.

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