I realized that I am missing many things—a shoehorn,
a cash box, a serrated knife. But these things
are not really missing because I see no use for them.
After the lawn was mowed for the last time
and before I gave away the keys, I hooked
down a diet coke and took out the trash. That’s how
people who make a change still stay the same
—once, I missed a flight because
I decided to clean out the front closet. But I, who
have lived here, kept my favorite things in a sewing box
and it was the last thing I packed. In that house
I watched my soap opera between marking the calendar
and helping my children put on their socks.
And from the items that were taken,
some have served a purpose
and others have stayed packed,
but I like to know that they’re there.