Packing up
for a weekend away,
the stark pleasure of compartments.
A miniature version
of my life.
It is never photographed,
so my great-grandchildren
will never know it
but this just-before time
of folding and stuffing
and zipping it all up
is as delectable
as the trip itself.
When I backpacked around
Europe and India
I was asked,
don’t I feel vulnerable
with everything I own
on my back?
Goodness no,
I replied,
with no stuff
to anchor me,
I am free,
which is the safest
feeling
of all.