Life Into Boxes
"Life into Boxes"
Here we are, once again:
the floor littered with old magazines
and forgotten soda cans,
comics and toys and yearbooks.
It is time again for that annual festival
of packing up, pulling up the stakes
to plant them again many miles from here.
Moving day comes both too slowly and too soon:
the usual dread of leaving mixed
with that small ball of glowing excitement
at the base of the stomach,
almost audiably pulsating,
greeting life's latest frantic change.
Time to leave home again.
Not just home, either; time to leave behind
everything that surrounds it,
the humming city I belong to,
the acquaintances I have seen so much of,
the friends I never got around to calling.
Time to return to the north land,
back to school,
back to classes,
back to the training wheels version of real life.
Time to pack
life into boxes
once again.
-8/18/2006
Here we are, once again:
the floor littered with old magazines
and forgotten soda cans,
comics and toys and yearbooks.
It is time again for that annual festival
of packing up, pulling up the stakes
to plant them again many miles from here.
Moving day comes both too slowly and too soon:
the usual dread of leaving mixed
with that small ball of glowing excitement
at the base of the stomach,
almost audiably pulsating,
greeting life's latest frantic change.
Time to leave home again.
Not just home, either; time to leave behind
everything that surrounds it,
the humming city I belong to,
the acquaintances I have seen so much of,
the friends I never got around to calling.
Time to return to the north land,
back to school,
back to classes,
back to the training wheels version of real life.
Time to pack
life into boxes
once again.
-8/18/2006