Packing up gentle sins,
lies, to no effect
in a large prayer-less suit-bag
shouldn’t be something hard to carry.
I have a few
weightless reasons to slip
in outer zipless pocket,
I will not worry for any reason
that drops off while loading,
even though I have no idea
whether they will let me check all
my belongings on arrival.
Constant worry that sits on
top of my head;
not to be able to find my own bag
on the maddening conveyer belt
moving faster than our thoughts.
If I happen to
pick somebody else’s bag,
bursting at the seams with contraband,
there will be no other way but to leave things to fate
even if consigned to hell,
just for a misplaced suit-bag
that did not bother wearing a distinct identity mark.
