Packing


Friday morning,
packing camera gear
and laptop,
preparing for another
weekend away

from / to / walking a mental cusp of almost learning

April warmer than
the snowstorm two weekends
ago, lilacs almost awake,
luggage nervous,
almost in

the back of the car / highway / music / Toronto congestion

I realize there is
a peace that comes
with being a monarch;
the world comes to
you, you don’t have to
chase the world.