As part of the Reverb10 writing project, I answer, sort-of, today’s prompt: What (or whom) did you let go of this year?
With both my hands full,
I let fall what cannot fit.
I will come back soon.
This has been such a year of picking up new things. There is so much I want to hold and have and do with these hands of mine (mind of mine, heart of mine). Each thing I pick up enlarges my capacity, but I am not without limits. I cannot do it all and I will not live forever. Try as I might, some things must fall from my hands. But they’re not gone. They’re at my feet and one day I will scoop some of them up again and other things will fall. I am a juggler, hands full, air full, floor full of colorful balls in slow motion.