knick-knackeroo -
we're getting down to the small stuff
and we're so far from through
I wonder, will we ever
open this box again?
Will we ever want to use these things,
and if so, when?
These tracks, the leavings
of the course of our lives -
perhaps that's all they are
and we could leave them behind
like footsteps in the sand
to simply disappear -
Why should it matter what becomes of them,
why give them all this care?
And yet I keep on packing up the boxes
And I think: if I don't free myself
then something else will -
this is something that I know for sure is true,
but this picture of my daughter in the frame she made -
that's coming with us,
and this other stuff will, too.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 18, 2022
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