Packing

packing packing packing
filling empty bottles with liquid comfort in the form of overpriced shampoo
burying my head in bodha's furry neck
wrapping wires around batteries in ziplock baggies compartmentalizing life into gallons and pints
shoes and one too many shirts and socks that once gleamed white for a minute just unwrapped
like dreams before their worn

on the Flip Side

Heading to the flip side - rebounding to the dark side of the moon where shadows are translucent like butterfly wings.
I must let go of all expectations, all fears, all hopes...
loosen the white knuckle grip on everything I think I know and ride this roller coaster of life...
scream, sing, dance, love, live, at the top of my lungs, from the bottom of my heart, with every breath...
to Uganda and beyond...
Ride with me!