A Moving Story

We’ve packed our lives
in cardboard boxes

That is what’s left
Of so much gear

There’s still a load
We might not take
between the two of us yet to clear

I’ll not throw that
It could be useful still

I’ve wondered where
It was mislaid

So many times
I could have done with it

Had it been more visibly displayed

It seems an awful lot of rigmarole

Upping sticks to pastures new

To readjust upset our memory dust

Our book of pages we unglue

But there we are
Approaching nowhere land

That in between
Our many changes

Embracing unknowns
In our hopefulness

As our unravel rearranges