I pack lightly these days:
underwear
comfortable shoes
a raincoat.
If I need something badly I can purchase it anywhere.
Someone is bound to have all the things we ever want or need
or inventing something we
don't know yet we want.
The rest:
sad thoughts
un-packable regrets
wordless thanks
gift-less objects
each scent
each sight
a tiny molecule in the trunk of loss that follows me everywhere.
That's a heavy bag, and a poetic moment I can relate to. I like the title a lot.
ReplyDeleteVery poetic, rosria!
ReplyDeleteTrunk of loss - It does go everywhere with us, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteoh my that should be published,,,so beautiful and layered
ReplyDeleteyou have nailed grief so well
and yes, I still carry mine..all these 40 years
mostly that nagging regret
but you are right we still travel
we drag so much around with us in this life......and we need so little, really. this is a profound paean to that gaping, seemingly bottomless yearning.
ReplyDeletesome wise person once wrote that we are surrounded by paradise and we don't even know it.