Baggage

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I considered once

how baggage equates to presence,

how a library of laptops is full,

A café of coats at capacity,

how our burdens, our responsibilities,

reserve us a place,

for we have ‘so much to do,

we can’t possibly stay’.

 

I considered once

how I feel without weight on my back,

how tarnished with anxiety,

unfamiliar lightness strikes me 

that my place in this world

can not be directed 

towards anything, anyone,

other than me.



~ written mid 2024