Over thirty years of stuff,
saved and tucked away,
has been drug out of hiding
and is now on full display
’cause in no time at all
it’s office moving day.
The sorting quickly slips
into professional life review,
and, though tiring,
is filled with wonder too –
(“I wonder why I kept that.”
“I wondered where that went.”
“I wonder when I wandered
from my first intent.”)
All this sorting helps me see
what mattered then,
what matters now,
what never mattered but I kept somehow.
~
Moving into a smaller space
can have some big advantages.
JDG
I love this one, Joan! The juxtaposition in the last line is excellent. I also enjoyed your line “I wonder when I wandered from my first intent.” The whole poem is delightful. Hope you like your new ‘digs’. 🙂
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Glad you’ll still be “here”!
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Beautiful.
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Joan, so real, so true
a fine example of how we move and change in many ways
Big hugs
john
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