Nov 2016
I'm dressed for travel!
Tattered rags and
Drawstring leather saddlebags,
Home-made shoes and
Unkempt hair...
A woven sack? What's hiding there?
A folding knife, a
Length of string, a
Photograph, a mandolin,
A lumpen package bound in twine,
An apple and a draught of wine,
An empty space I've yet to fill--
Lord willing, though, I think I will.
Tattered rags and
Drawstring leather saddlebags,
Home-made shoes and
Unkempt hair...
A woven sack? What's hiding there?
A folding knife, a
Length of string, a
Photograph, a mandolin,
A lumpen package bound in twine,
An apple and a draught of wine,
An empty space I've yet to fill--
Lord willing, though, I think I will.
Wrote this at the end of a personal life stage, where I was moving on, literally and metaphorically, from a great deal I'd previously held dear. I was taken with the idea of leaving with nothing, but owning within me a cavernous new space to pack with what I pleased.
(Adelaide)
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