Minneapolis, Minnesota

Tonight I pack my bits and pieces into a suitcase.
It is not the suitcase [nor the travel] that makes them a semblance of a whole.
It is not a semblance.
It is whole before I zip the zipper; the bits and pieces are whole
bits and pieces, bites of me,
recipe.
Tonight there is a suitcase full of me, each part as whole as the next,
creating in me one ready to journey with a full and whole heart.