I moved out and away
I am moving still
There’s an upcoming appointment with home
There’s a house
Itty Bitty
Teeny tiny it’s true
Where I will make a bed and
Have a little room
A place for a garden
A spot in the shade
It’s all underway
But there’s paths to cross until I get there
A hop and jump before then
A brief moment of time
A few things to accomplish
So this strange disarray of living and moving
Suitcase is packed
Organized chaos
I might be here and there
Rarely
Checking in briefly
Unpacking just prior
To repacking and shifting
I contract and expand
Like a heart beating surely
Like a heart beating truely
One more step or two
One after the next
To a small little place of my own
Ain’t life grand
