Start at the bottom
look at every whorl and ridge
on the soul of your feet
move upward to see
every strand of hair left on you head.
Inspect the dimples, pimples, scars, bridges
and birthmarks in between
and all you will ever see is the suitcase holding you.
Even the best made trunk will wear out,
zippers will break, corners shred,
no matter its quality, care and, craftsmanship,
the thing will have seen more useful days,
it will eventually inevitably have had its last trip.
Start at the bottom
look to the very first memory you have
work your way up through the days of your life
look at every thought, decision and, action
that comes those that arrive are the unforgettable.
You will still only be seeing the clothes and masks
contained in that case, some wonderful, some regrettable
yet you still will not be seeing you, only an accumulation of tasks.
Though every item contained in there is important
Has memory of learning’s value and worth.
It still is not yet you, only your deportment
that became the you, your being now from birth
what the nouns around you are now seeing.
Now look inside
to the outside of the case, clothes of memories
at the first thing you see, feel what you feel about that noun.
Do you smile or shrug, do you have apathy, empathy,
curse or, love the person, place or thing your heart has alit upon?
We have come time to leave this advertisement callously
cliché filled world and make our way as nakedly as we can
as one whole, together complete, our lives lived individually.
See what you see but then what you see know then that
is what you will feel, be it pleasure or torment
that will be your wardrobe decision of the moment.
I have felt my fears and found I need them no more.
I have felt my hatreds and found I need them no more.
I have believed the mass advertised lies and found I need them no more.
I feel the breath of creation on my naked human being
and found I need nothing more, no case, no clothes,
the whisper of creation lifts me, sustains all my living.
© M Durfee