I dreaded this for so long–
going through my belongings,
deciding what to keep, pitch, or give away,
packing, carting, loading.
But we’re into it now.
The boxes are labelled and stacked.
It’s happening.
We’re being
uprooted and replanted,
moved from
city to city,
life to life,
cup to pot
transplanted from
getting to giving,
hiking to hobbling,
pushing to resting,
planning to seeing how
the way forward reveals itself.
I don’t like this work,
but I like what You’re doing
in me
from cup to pot
to garden.
A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses . . .
—Denise Levertov, Making Peace



