A Minimalist’s Prayer

A deep breath.
A thing removed.
Then another.

This is the dream.
A slow shedding
until

everything left
has something more than meaning.
It has impact.

About this poem.

I see a picture like the one here from the Hancock Shaker Village and my heart sings. You would never know it from my house and my life, but I am a minimalist at heart.

Written after I was done in my journal, and realizing anew just how complex my life is right now.

Tom