We arrive
with no luggage
and leave with
none too,
so why do we
spend a lifetime
accumulating
mere things?
To prop up
our egos,
and relieve
our boredom,
to salve our
hurts, and
impress the
neighbors.
Within the
glorious potential
of the soul’s
quest, we lay
waste to what
could have been
for the next
new toy.
The kids
fight over the
treasures
left behind
by their parents,
thinking that the
having is some
kind of victory.
But the wounds
inflicted in the
fight for more
are baggage of
a different kind,
ones that can
cross over if we
don’t take care.
Traveling light
and loving well
are the real
accomplishments,
and as big as
they are, they
pack small
for the leaving.
The Trip © Susan L Hart 2023

