Simplicity

Simplicity can be gorgeous.

The luxury of space,

of having just what you need.

No clutter.

No want, either.

The balance of life

on a knife’s edge.

I try to do too much —

to write too many things,

plan too many activities,

accomplish too many tasks at home.

I’m trying to eat the whole cake of life

with both hands,

and I’m still surprised

at the mess I make.

My ambition and optimism are still

poorly calibrated.

What will it take for me

to give myself the space

to enjoy each thing I do,

each moment I have,

to attend fully

to each person I encounter or spend time with?

Once I envision a goal,

I want to get to the end post haste,

to reach the “point” directly,

without often thinking

what would actually

make the destination worthwhile.