You leave a little more behind each time you leave.
You leave your teddy bear or heart
the home of childhood for the student pad;
the bed you sleep in for the bed you share.
And each front door that closes
leaves a, ‘where I used to live,’ behind,
and each new phase
ends and begets some friendship.
You refurnish your mind
adjust your ways,
until another time comes
to move on.
A flotsam of possessions follows you from home
to house, from room to empty room. You regret
the broken and discarded place
another little stone on the cairn.
All the boxes of your life presage
they begin to hold those
who are, ‘taken home’.
Letting go of things rehearses the day
you must leave
everything behind and you ask
is that leave-taking
going home at last?
OONAH V. JOSLIN has recently left a teaching career spanning twenty eight years to concentrate on writing. She began writing poetry at the age of eleven and has recently moved into flash fiction and short stories. She she is also working on a first novel. You may learn more about Oonah and her work here: www.writewords.org.uk/oonah/