Wednesday Poem

Fall Cleaning

gold wreckage and more and more
as the leaves fall no wind today
not even a breeze just a letting go
when each leave decides it’s had enough

I close my eyes and see falling
one by one about my chair
desires I no longer desire thoughts
I no longer have to think

and mind grateful for the extra
space leans back and puts
its feet up on the newly liberated
desk smiles

by Nils Petreson
All the Marvelous Stuff
Caesura Editions, Poetry Center San José, 2019