Moving Day

The only constant is change-
this,
a fundamental truth
carrying us through
transitions,
transformations,
oftentimes upheavals-
all the time knowing
that the opposite is
stagnation
(never good.)
Movement
equals life
as with migrating monarchs,
wildebeests'' wanderings-
all of us engaged in a laborious trek,
journeying towards the new,
the frequently unknown.
Necessity is our launch
a seeking for something better,
a place to rest-
somewhere called home.
And I can envision
wagon ruts still visible, across the plains,
and I am aware of cultural diasporas,
history's repeated human exodus-
the myriad travails of a gypsy soul.
Though sometimes
belongings are simply packed
into a van or a truck,
and we change locales
(a venturing forth still)
full of possibility, though tiring and stressful too,
we move
pull up stakes-
settle in once more.