The rumble of men’s voices
grunting shifts beneath
heavy wooden furnishings

The transition is underway
Broom and cloth at hand
I hover out of sight

Will erase each vestige of us
bless this passage, prepare
to welcome the new.

(Moving day! Prewritten for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: transition. Image mine.
We will not have access to the internet for a few days. I hope to be back on the weekend.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “Moving”

  1. A perfect poem for moving day! Reminds me of the many times I have moved. We’ve been where we are now for 5 years and don’t plan on moving anytime soon. Whew! Good luck with your move!

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    1. Thanks so much. Had a rough start – both Ric and I ended up in ER, for very different reasons – but all is well now. Kids were an incredible help and neighbours all pitched in to provide meals. We are very blessed.

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