the traveling identity
the car is stuffed and yet
there’s more that needs to go
and the traveler needs to leave in mere hours
and so the traveler does not complete
a final sleep in his rented apartment
which must be empty today
..
packed are boxes and boxes of sculpted birds
and acoustic guitar a bass guitar an amp
and a box containing a birth certificate
and other valuable considerations
..
yet to load is this bag of notebooks
within which the traveler codified his soul
stretched his imagination and his skills
..
it must be loaded
even if something dearly desired must be tossed
..
but a lightbulb over his head
becomes a beacon of hope
..
“climate-controlled storage” he whispers
with a slight smile of relief
..
most of his identity will travel
the rest will stay in the valley he loves
for three months
his soul will travel and yet stay
just a little longer
just a little
