#30 – Vacation
It’s hard to be
come what may
on the last day
this gray area
between here
and there
every movement
with its purpose
with its label of last
instead of a careless toss
there is a careful folding
of what we thought to bring
and treasures found
the kneel to check for things
that one last time
feels like prayer
please, god,
let me have one more day
amen
Photo (Cape Cod, MA) & Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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