Moving Day

After a year
of frequent visits to
The Mystery,
Indolent Coffee in
The Coffee Shops of Mystery,
hanging out in the
Speakeasy,
having my
Epiphany On Aisle 6,

I want to move in.

I want to live in
The Mystery,
surrounded by
offbeats and
quirketude,
weirdos and
Imaginary Friends.

I’m told I must
pass through a
bullshit detector,
and I won’t
be allowed
more than a
small carry-in
with my
3-ring notebook
and a pen.
I may be strip
searched
to find
contraband,
like
To Do Lists and
self doubt.

I’m ready
to go.

If you’re
in there,
I’ll look you up.

2.22.22

Moving Day.

(Photo by Remi Skatulski; UnSplash)