Into the Fold

Ready to move,
throwing our lives in boxes,
I see the planned
lack of motion,
the dedication
of a cloudy past version of me
to an assumed future me
who would know
what to do.

Folders filled with papers
that I figured
would come in handy someday,
when I wasn’t so frenetic.

But even if I am
who I hoped I could be
when I was hoarding
these things,
the time to deal with them
was then.

And the garbage can
fills with wasted opportunities.

-GD Butler

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