"The Weight of Moving On" by DS Maolalai
The Weight of Moving On
boxes fill out: ballast
in our hallway.
if home were a rowboat
we'd be quick to capsize.
slowly, the weight goes down
portside and drags us
to somewhere no
longer our space. all books,
all bagged t-shirts
and pants, miscellaneous
items — moving upriver
with a salmon-
steady stroke.
the net catching;
their stacks
in iceboxes
in the van. life pours,
it goes forward, rolling with gravity
moving, and the weight
of moving on. I walk through the house
on the hunt for lost
details; forgotten socks,
dead mice in the corner.
old and half-read paperbacks
lurking with the caution of otters.
Photo Credit: Staff