
A JOURNEY OF LIMITED SPACE
I’ll pack a bag,
lock out those
leathery tongues of
news and politics.
Pack
a bag full of memories
for a long journey into light.
I’ll close my eyes and close my lips,
hold the world between two fingers.
Yesterday, I opened a drawer
and discovered I’ve been
collecting elastic rubber bands.
A box of them.
And a jar of pennies.
Pennies don’t buy much anymore.
Is it true that the Queen’s
handbag is empty?
Props without rhyme or reason.
I’ll pack my things in a plastic bag,
they last a 1000-years, and I’m told
there’s a lifetime of books.
So I’ll pack some matches,
and when I’m tired of reading,
I’ll make a fire
and keep myself warm.
Where are my glasses …
My bag is packed.
My glasses and a spare,
and matches.
Shut. Closed. Locked.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 14: A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You have to leave. You have infinite resources for replacing/upgrading your belongings, but limited space for ACTUAL things. Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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