Sometimes an object
that I’m used to lifting will be too heavy for me to lift. 
And so I’ll call you up on the phone and ask you
if you won’t come over and help me lift it. 
Nine times out of ten you’ll just say, Well, just leave it where it is. 
Which is OK, if the object that I’m trying to lift is something substantial. 
Like a sack of stones or a water pump or somebody’s tree-lined patio. 
But sometimes- and this happens a lot, I’ve noticed lately, sometimes-
the object that I’m trying to lift from the ground
is more readily described in terms of its utilitarian value in our lives.
Meaning that sometimes it’s just a simple piece of paper
on which the written promises that I’ve made
lie anchored to the lightest feathers in my heart.