18 April 2012
~I'm moving house! Hence the poem.~
Bare walls Hanging with loneliness Replacing the memories that once were Boxes Everywhere Boxes high and low Boxes stacked to the ceiling Memory recycle bins Forced shut, closed and anxious Carpet imprints Embossed with the only trace of life left Who knew that simple pressure would create such evidence of a passing whirlwind Whirling in, Whirling out What was placed has now been removed To be replaced, somewhere else Scattered boxes Scattered memories Recycled Life once again resumes In a mess To be rebuilt, to have time taken On new possibilities A new space for the memories to call their own For the boxes to retire For the walls to be plump and full again Brimming with life, laughter For new imprints to be made Dust settles, our presence shows It's done It's over We can relax now.
The Move • Opuss № I