I am packing now.

…and so away

is a state I am unused to, find myself
preparing for the worst and forgetting
that it could be best; forgetting everything
essential to the task. Packing is lists

and compliance in place of sense;
putting off fixing until a return of sorts
becomes imminent. There are things to miss
but they are few, and memories that fit

into pockets. I stuff some bathroom into bags
and hope for the car's room on motorways
though we are not going far. I listen
to music that could help; or it could hinder.