The Suitcase

She said she dreamed

that young once more

she walked a road

that led from nowhere


into nowhere,

and, stopping, placed

her name-tagged suitcase down.

The question asked


inside her head

was this: ‘Shall I go on,

walk on. Or turn

and stay a while?’


She turned, and left

the suitcase standing there

to be reclaimed

some other day


when she would need no proof

of who she was

or where she was to go,

the handle forming to her hand.