Unpacking

New place Boxes and bags Bags and boxes Shrinking space I find the familiar I find the forgotten Each item opening The gate to Memory Lane Some steps are precious But it’s not always a sunny street There are potholes and puddles, Also shadows and alleys I open a door, See a covered hole in the floor Is there treasure there? Or a jumbled, shattered mess? I step back and breathe, Lock the gate but keep the key Too many boxes at once Take a break for a week I’ve had time to sort And lace up my boots I open a bag And step forward again