Empty Suitcase

The cat snuggles down

into my empty suitcase,

out to fill for a trip. She

 

knows something’s up.

It’s a bed, she insists.

A warm place, even an

 

instrument of stasis. I

let her nestle there,

passing on to other

 

bustling that needs

doing, done. That I’ve

lived out of a suitcase

 

won’t perhaps make

my obituary. Not much

does. Yet it is the things

 

we’ve lugged place

to place; it is the cat

let sleep that is,

 

was, what we were.

That old Zen mind

Basho said, “Noble,

 

noble, not to think of

life when you see

a flash of lightening.”

 

I say, impossible too

to pack for the long road

and not dwell on passing.

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About David Breeden

The Rev. Dr. David Breeden is Senior Minister at First Unitarian Society in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He became a minister after a career as a university professor, teaching creative writing and literature. He has written several books on theological topics and translates the writings of philosophers of classical antiquity. More information is available at www.wayofoneness.com.