Today I will dust the china.
It is the smallest
I can do when I am powerless.
I have said goodbye this year to:
Routine and Work
and Feeling Safe.
I have said enough of goodbye this year to fill a book with just the word,
over, and over, and page after page.
I am tired of goodbye.
So today I will dust the china, because I can,
because there is at least a little power in little things.
And perhaps, tomorrow, I will weed the garden.