Moving 

Lifting packing hauling sweating
Cramming memories into boxes

At first I stop and admire each
A dusty faceted precious gem
Placing each in careful order

Long shadows of a hurried afternoon
Stretch interest into thin strains
Easily broken

Now I refocus determined to finish
Dumping the rest in a tumble
Careless and taped shut
Ready to be shelved at the next stop

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood”)