Moving Day

Twas barely morn                                           

The dark was still                                            

A distant dog                                                    

His bark at will                                                

Awake at three on moving day                                       

Once again I cannot stay                               

Spend more time to make my way.       

Like normal folk

A slower pace                                                   

Settle down                                                       

Live in one place.                                             

Awake at three on moving day 

Once again I cannot stay

I know I must be on my way

The cat is mad

And rightly so

She’s had to move

Ten times ya know

Awake at three on moving day

Once again I cannot stay

Or bide my time to make my way

Wherever I decide to move

That is where the cat will fare

Live and eat and sit and stare

I know it is not fair.

I need to stop and question why

Of all the places I have tried

Why nothing seems to tame... my mind.

The final box

Is packed and so

I labeled it

For me to know

I’m now convinced

This simple plan

Will find my peace

I know it can.

Awake at three on moving day

Once again I cannot stay

The cat and I are on our way.

No time to play, we’re on our way.

Laurie B. Ballard

Glen Ellen, April, 2011