It's time to rethink unpacking.The obsessive routine hauntsMy dreams, wakes me wondering.It's time to stop the merry-go-round.
Find my center, undo the stress, relax.
While thinking these thoughts, I googled poems on unpacking and found a very interesting one by Thom Gunn, "Thoughts on unpacking".
Unpacking in the raw new rooms, I clear,
Or try to clear, a space for us, that we
May cultivate an ease of moving here
With no encumbrance near,
In amplitude. But something hinders me:
Where do these go, these knick-knacks I forgot?
—Gadgets we bought and kept, thinking perhaps
They might be useful someday, and a lot
Of others that were not:
Bent keys, Italian grammars, Mickey Mouse caps.
You can read the rest here. I read the last stanza to my husband.
In the stillness, I decide to the quiet voice inside and start anew with a renewed spirit. I will clear a space for us because my little granddaughters will be here in the morning and I am ready for a day of pure fun.