BEST OF JOURNEY

I had lodged the suitcase
Far back, into the highest shelf
Therefore, I presume you will
Encounter some difficulty
In bringing it down
After where we rested it
Forgetting that you and I
Could ever need it again..
Watch it!
The dust residue might blind you
While you're pulling it
Down to the grounds
That you and I now stand upon.

Since it's vacant now
I hope it accommodates
The various fancies
Of your vacation
In it's vacancy.
Just how, it had once
Made room for
Your and my things
To be stuffed alongside
A hoard of sentiments
And our bottled inhibitions.

Is it not remarkable, dear friend
How the bottles could sustain
All jerks and yet maintain
The mark of true excellence
As it washed down
Both your and my regrets.
Is it not a matter
Of any less fancy
How our fabrics
Had filled in the curvy
Contours of the glass,
To cushion the friction
That had to exist in between
Anyway.

It's a long way to go
Towards where you're headed
With all the high-headedness
Shriveled to accommodation.
I wish this was an attempt
Made to hold you back
But it's not, no!
The far more competent
Would be at it already, isn't it?
But among clothes and books
And vivid essential supplies
I hope you remember
To take along your fountain pen.
You know, for safety,
You said the pen's mightier
Anyway.

-K.G.