by Cheryl Merrick
Everything is strange.
I don't even recognize the trees or birds.
Who lives in the houses around us?
Where are the stores and parks?
Having trouble sleeping,
I open my eyes at night
and gaze apprehensively
into the dark cavernous living room.
I feel lost and so alone.
This new house doesn't feel like "Home",
but our old house doesn't either.
Overwhelmed, I stare
at the small mountain of boxes,
wondering which one holds my underwear
and which one my dish washing detergent.
Finally, with an excited determination,
I tackle the boxes,
opening each and finding places for our things.
As the days pass and
the mound of boxes shrinks,
there comes a day when
I look around and sigh--
(my feelings about moving after living in our old home for 40 years)