2022-05-14T10:10:34-07:00August 17th, 2011|Musings on life|

Packing up

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
of all.

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