poeming in the midst of all our moving boxes




the messiness of unpacking

I have this theory that people either love packing or unpacking. 
I am an unpacker. I do not like hiding things away, I like them 
taken out, brought into the open, gifted to the next yes, used. 
but to take out a thing, it first needs to be packed away, and so
packing and unpacking exist together, and as we practice this human 
being life we're given, we learn to ebb and flow, pack and unpack. 
and if we're lucky, we will find our complementary mate
and our packing and unpacking will make a home for all our messes.