On Moving
I’m thinking of a day when
You were still here.
We drank Coronas from the bottle in the fading light and
Packed boxes of plates and photographs
Sleeves rolled up and hair tied atop your head
You were a fearless goddess in a Life Is Good t-shirt
Your tireless mantra.
I’m packing now and I found
Some of those same old photographs
Box to box, city to city
Kept in their paper sleeve but never left behind