We clear out boxes, odds and ends of the years
crammed into a space for transients: everything
we couldn't then bear to part with or throw
away, taking up space in each corner. Without
a garage, even leftover paint cans from touchups
of exterior siding are here; the binders I put
together for my last appointment review, our
daughter's first pair of shoes. A one-burner
camping stove, Christmas lights, rechargeable
batteries for the weed-whacker. Light from the east-
facing window only touches the headboard through
gaps in the blinds. Below the south-facing window,
the heater keeps up its whooshing strain. Are we
clearing things out for some new delight? Rumi says
we should be grateful for whoever comes, because
each has been sent as a guide from beyond.