Symmetry

For fifteen years I lived in one house that never faltered from its fixed foundation
but then, with a death, it fell.

Since I left there I keep leaving, every year. As soon as I know where all my belongings go
I've already gone to the next - 

I'm so tired of moving and packing, arriving with all my broken possessions. On the day before the last I look around and wonder why I own all this garbage and what is the point of it all...

I am about to be longer in the adult world than I was a child and still I am aimless and scared. The thunder rolls in and my baby cries and I can't type fast enough or enough enough to make myself make sense of it here.

I wasn't promised balance, but I invoke it often on the precipice. Either that, or the courage to jump.