Declaration ‘11

In an hour
The numbers advance.
Up to now I’ve seen them
As mile markers
Of territory past.
Hereon the numbers will represent
Distance remaining.

I am lightening my load
Releasing old ties
Taking the measure of the man.

It’s time to sweep my soul.
Take out the trash.

Refit.

I have drawn a line in the sand.
To step beyond it
Is to enter a new dimension
A new relationship
With myself.

I have determined
To express my soul
To issue orders to
My own heart.

I have lived long enough to know
I cannot change anything
Or anyone
But myself.

My soul is open for business
During remodeling.

Pardon my dust.