we did it
(and only a few tears)
we did it
(and there’s really not that much left
to do
in the old place)
we did it
all our stuff is now in the house!
(how have we done this
four or five times already
and still stayed together?)
(i suppose that’s why people
look up to our love???)
…where has that feeling been?
that connection with the universe??
[it’s probably packed up in a box somewhere—
i’ll find it again once we’re all moved.]
normally, i don’t mind
the kind of worship-full relationship
we have with our animals,
our pets,
(nos animaux de compagnie),
but when it comes time
to pack and organize and box and move…
i do feel a tiny bit resentful
that half of the beings in this home,
that two of the four of us,
don’t contribute at all
(and, in fact, often make things a million times harder)
so much
to do
so much
to pack
so much
to accomplish
morning
nighttime
it’s the daylight
that holds the time
for dizzyingly good naps.
how is packing
the most stressful?
irrelevant of context
whether coming or going
moving or staying
(there’s a reason all my stress dreams
become packing nightmares)
kipventures 