"Unpacking"

New place

Boxes and bags

Bags and boxes

Shrinking space

I find the familiar

I find the forgotten

Each item opening

The gate to Memory Lane

Some steps are precious

But it’s not always a sunny street

There are potholes and puddles,

Also shadows and alleys

I open a door,

See a covered hole in the floor

Is there treasure there?

Or a jumbled, shattered mess?

I step back and breathe,

Lock the gate but keep the key

Too many boxes at once

Take a break for a week

I’ve had time to sort

And lace up my boots

I open a bag

And step forward again