Some Day

We moved in almost

completely, except for

several shelves all in 

one room I could not 

face. We keep that

door closed. Some day.

I don't know what keeps

me from digging in

and shucking what must

be discarded as if

in a poker game. 

I blame myself for not

un-filling the shelves. 

My idea of wealth 

is empty space 

inside the house, ready

to fill but never filled. 

The best gifts are invisible

or no more palpable 

than books. And books, too,

get in the way. 

I love looking 

at what is not

there. An affair 

of the upstart heart.