My view is such a wide expanse of sky that I can watch as clouds break and pools of sun move across the landscape.

Where I am home in a white box of five hundred and sixty six square feet.

Exactly

Where a lifetime of gathering objects of beauty is reduced to twenty boxes.

Exactly

Where I look for nooks and crannies where I can find comfort in the familiar.

Where I used to gather belongings and those I love, now I discard of necessity.

Where four stories up, I have a view. Birds fly across the sky, from tree to tree.

Where everything else has diminished, the sky is expansive and reminds me,

That I am not diminished.