March 11 2017
I’m headed off on a big fun trip tomorrow, which brings up all sorts of other leavetakings and arrivals.
the day I left I woke up late with a start,
hung over with beer and the anticipation of departure;
last-minute packing revealed that not everything would fit.
I had to choose what to discard.
On the floor a pile of odds and ends stood, like an altar,
reminding me to honor what and where I leave behind
before I rush off to new adventures.