time to move
and pack our things
memories scattered
some here some there
and when I try to pick them up
and put them in a box
they slide through my fingers
and down into my heart
I reflect on what has passed
so quickly
sometimes so slowly
but now
they are but memories
some forgotten
until I see a mark
reminders of life once present
now just faded memories
collecting dust
for so long I have stored them
in closets
under beds
deep down
one day I will organize
and now that day has come
soon life will take us across the ocean
and this life will become a memory
though still present now
I am somewhere in the middle
through tears
I sift through what to keep
what to toss
but plastic bins
certainly don't equal the life lived
what I really have is right now
this moment
and it too will pass
but right now I pause
and I am present
savoring what is
noticing what won't be much longer
but it won't quite fit into a box...just yet
