The boxes lined up in the hallway
front to back
they
stood at attention
waiting
waiting
waiting for the call, the time
to be right.
I moved today
yesterday really, kind of
tomorrow
too.
Never ending I think, never
again
I hope.
I am back in a house I left as
a different man
as
a different idea.
The boxes will never
ever
ever
unpack themselves.
I found a suit while
packing
moving
worrying…
It was in a box that was labeled something
else and the suit
was new…
once.
The house I am living in again
the stairs
the floor
the windows and the
air…
I am wearing that suit
again…but…
I will never
be that
man.
