time we spent in packing boxes
all the things we kept for years
moving then from place to place
packing and unpacking boxes
mending them again to hold
stuff to fill new empty space
moving things around like ants do
in unceasing patterns trod
covering our bits of ground
all that’s left are boxes, boxes
what we did and meant to do
what’s been lost in what we
found
To share is human:
