August 9, 2013


I know
we must try
to be ruthless,
leaving it all behind,
so our finest selves
can awaken, 
breathing deep
to clean out
our minds.
I pack as if the oasis
already awaits us,
following our
well-made plan.

I'll ignore 
the baggage 
we always carry,
all askew in our dusty van,
the rusted tin cans
still bouncing behind,
our imminent arrival
into the promised land.