Packing
These are the days I like best
where all else is put on hold
and I dwell only in this spotlight,
my world a microcosm of focus.
What is most essential?
I’m held in the hands
of what? Destiny?
Everything shimmers. All
matter stands on the sidelines watching
as I put items one by one
into the bag.
I’m leaving one world
and entering another.
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This is so beautiful! Love every word!
How could I have enjoyed your poem so much when I would rather stay home and often do rather than pack? Maybe next time I get to go somewhere your poem will help be on better terms with this dread.
Spotlight….shimmers—-wonderful!