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
from All the Marvelous Stuff
Caesura Editions, Poetry Center San José, 2019