September 12, 2013

Transit


Everything I own
is stored away,
as I become
someone else.
My old building
looks different now,
just another skin 
I've shed,
on my way
to somewhere new.

Life goes on 
whether I'm asleep 
or awake, locks 
have been changed 
to keep me out,
but have only captured
what I couldn't fix:
a sticking drawer,
the dishwasher 
not quite fitting,
things you don't notice
on your first walk through.

9/10/2013