More True

A few tools. Light.
A space to work.
You do not need much.
Far less than you have accumulated
in a lifetime of wandering.

Things come into focus
when you remove things,
one by one. A careful curation<
leaving you, not diminished
but more true.

About this poem

This picture is one of my favorites. A spare worship. Perfect light. I find a peace every time I come on it. I remind myself that there is stuff to be removed from my own life. It does not matter how often I stumble on the picture, the truth is the truth.

Tom