i have arrived

i empty

what once was full and overflowing.

i remove the clutter

from my life.

there is no

more time or patience

with

such things

as love,

or books

that bore me, that i'll

never read.

i empty

the shelves, the drawers,

i go into attic with a broom,

down to the cellar with

a shovel.

i can hear my voice

echo

against the bare walls,

the open floors.

i've been heading

in this direction

for a long time now,

and at last i have arrived.