We sort.
We pack.
We let go of
all those things we were going to do.
We give-away.
We gift.
We trash,
those things of a former life.
Attitudes and beliefs.
Dreams and wishes.
Yearnings and longings,
We set them afloat on the rivers of the past.
Timidly and unsurely,
one step at a time,
one breath at a time,
we set sail for the new world,
even if we never leave home,
we are
moving from one place to another.
A beautiful poem that really captures my own experience during this time. Your photo is stunning.