Does not matter,
this leaving,
this packaging of
goods & clothing,
fragments & futility in
the baggage of
calendar pages.

The body rises with
morning sun,
breathes & eats with
regularity,
falls prone when
blood stops flowing to
heart & brain.

What of good-byes &
promises,
chances to tell the truth,
silence?
Does not matter,
this short-term vacancy,
Washington, Chicago,

or somewhere
in between.
No use abrading
nerve ends.
What matters is,
there is less leaving
than going to.