I’d love to tell you that everything
was a piece of cake
the packing
the loading
the drive
the move
but it wasn’t
there was stress
but we made it
together
it’s hard to explain the emotions
felt behind the wheel
as I watched the trailer in front of me
hold my stuff
my things
my life
everything I had
in a trailer
it was weird
thinking every thing would melt away
when we got here
but it didn’t
unpacking things
only to realize
my things didn’t have “a place”
then it hit me
I left my home
to be a visitor
nothing “fitting in”
not even me
not yet
I’m not sure how much of my bath
was water
and how much
were tears
learning to live
a different way
I wonder what poetry
was inside Abraham