Traveling Baggage (repost)
Oh that I were like my suitcase
Correctly crafted, quiet, still
Emptied for the next occasion, simply waiting to be filled
Oh that I were made for travel
Sturdy edges built for holding up
Designed by some creator, to buckle just enough
Oh that I were easily mobile
Wheels instead of feet to move
Whatever odd directions a traveling hand might choose
Oh but I am human
Stitched with stressed anticipation
Filled already to capacity, frayed with expectation
Oh but like my suitcase
I might allow for some small spaces
To carry home some lovely crap, from some new exotic places
–A.R.
The Red Suitcase by Joana Kruse
I will be traveling until the second week of April, so I may not publish new stuff, but perhaps I will repost some of my traveling/vacation poems. Enjoy!
sometimesihatemycat 
Smiles. Such a clever poet
Thank you. Some days I do feel clever, and then there are many others when I feel quite dim. One never can tell. :-). Self assessment does seem to be a difficult thing to do with any degree of accuracy.
That is because we constantly change our parameters and measurements in order to allow an assessment with which we are comfortable.
Perhaps, or perhaps we are never comfortable…and there in lies the rub.