The act of packing is
For an imaginary experience.
Foretelling the future
In hopes of being ready for everything.
You are never ready for anything.
You trudge through laundry baskets,
Recharge batteries and pretend you can plan
For your life to change.
We make reasons to bring things we know we will lose.
We hold on to broken trinkets;
Chipped memories solid enough to be held;
Thrown into the bag in case you get homesick.
Sometimes circles close,
The gaps become tighter,
The Venn diagram overlaps and
You become a natural.
Sometimes you taper off… after all the packing,
You were born ready for anything.