by Ellen S. Jaffe
is unpacked
things given away freely,
to people who need them,
or sold, shredded, recycled, dumped.
Sometimes we discover a lost treasure…
a poem, a stone, a memory.
Some things we pack up
again, let them
make a new home with us for a while
until we can let them go.
We have fewer suitcases these days,
both old and new,
live in present time and space,
travel from moment to moment
lightly as air, as breath,
as love.
— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 3