Fifteen binders

Somehow it seems wrong to title any of my reflections. Someone may be predisposed to not take from them what they need to read. Take what you need. Release what you don't. May your life be filled with more than fifteen binders. May you not save those binders, but instead, fill your own, and then... give them away.

I have fifteen zippered binders

Of reflections,

Each in its own

Plastic page.

Then there’s the blog,

Some of which are in

The binders.

Most are not.

I tell my daughter

She may decide what to do

With anything I leave behind,

Even the reflections.

They’re all on the blog

She says.

Oh no they’re not,

I say.

What do we leave behind us?

What do we leave?

Everything encased.

Everything left.

Fifteen binders

Filled with life.

Everything does not fit

On a blog.

I know that.

I know.

Everyone has way more

Than fifteen binders

Full of life.

There is no vault

To save it all.