Cart (Poem)

I come now to the end.

The harness that binds me fast to the cart

Of this changing world has loosened.

I glance backwards once

To glimpse the detritus of my life lived:

The tattered loves, shopworn dreams, and bitter hopes.

Turning, I shrug off the fraying bonds

And step away from all I’ve held, such a dear heavy burden.

Lighter and with an easier breath,

I laugh, snap my fingers, and disappear.