The Packing Process
Empty bags to start
The packing process begins again.
I promise myself
to keep it light.
Just summer clothes and tech equipment
for 9 April days and nights
enjoying Israel in its late spring.
Building the first layers,
With Martha Stewart
Smiling just above my shoulder
I roll up new Gap shorts in: midnight navy, soft coral and icy lilac.
Then add a thin layer of sporty sleeveless shells from Modell’s
with tags still to be clipped.
White Nikes,trimmed in pink, are bagged and scrunched on opposite sides,
And there’s still lots of room for
familiar favorites and the simple basics
I lift this large piece easily to test.
In those remaining packing moments
I begin to grab this top, that pair of black pants,
an extra pair of shoes
a hard-covered book.
I can’t stop myself
I know I should
I need freedom of choice.
My bags are just downstairs,
bulging with weight.
I will add my guitar, my computer and cameras
And that carefree traveling image I crave
Will continue to allude me.
I am still not ready to sacrifice choice
For “the look”.