I didn't want my life to be a list
so I made a list with wide open spaces
for the unknowable to show up.
I shoved the "to-do"' items around the perimeters
and put a "done" basket at the bottom
for my accomplishments to collect.
Making the list is fun - whether to vacuum
or play improv, collect poems or pull weeds,
make a beautiful garden or pay the IRS,
and then there's that space in the middle
where there is nothing, and there is even a
little piece of paper that says "nothing".
The roots will push their way up through
the openings in the list and reach for the sun.
I will rise with the branches.