The Last Move

A funny thing happened to me the other day, I tried to remember a

Specific time when I moved from one place to another. You know,

One of those big lifetime moves where you have packed all your

Belongings, taped dozens of boxes, got paper cuts and smashed

Thumbs, strained your leg and back muscles to the limit lifting and

Pushing furniture and household goods about. You know, an actual

Uprooting to go somewhere else and eventually resettle, a genuine,

No-holds-barred, bigtime move. The funny thing is, I recall nothing

At all about the actual legwork involved in my moves, and I have

Without question certainly moved a lot. Perhaps my mind has had

A way of blocking the nitty-gritty details of the actual physical activ-

ities. I would more than likely break out into a sweat and have a post-

traumatic episode should the details of all my movings-about be

Available to me. I do, however, recall the move I made just over a

Year ago from Colorado where I had lived for twenty-some years.

I suppose in time that move shall as well fade away from memory.

Perhaps there is a Mystical Mind Fairy who has blocked certain im-

ages. He or she keeps telling me constantly, go back to sleep. You’ve

Actually only moved once in your lifetime, and that was the last time

When you went from childhood over there to old age over here. And

That may indeed be so, but it’s all too weird somehow. And it seems

To me that that last time, I seem to have inadvertently forgotten and
Left a few of my favorite toys behind. 

Chris Hanch  7-8-15