Diminish

So much that’s hidden away
in every room: drawers full,

boxes crammed, each years’
store of all the things

at which the heart at one time
pointed, saying Please,

I need, I want—
And I want to lighten

what weights the skiff,
what slows the quaver in

the sparrow’s song, hurling
itself above the corded wave.

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.