by Pedro Campos
a bag full. photo credit: c. finch
Leave the bag, homeless man,
But don’t lose it.
Orbit it, circle it.
You’ve carried the weight already,
It’s heavy, I know.
Drop it.
Just watch it.
Hold yourself together without the bag.
You weren’t born with the bag.
You don’t belong to it.
The bag belongs to you.
Organize the bag,
Shape your thoughts.
You can only carry so much.
I know you care enough.
You don’t need more room.
You crave space.
Fill your bag with dreams,
Rations for the long road.
Pack it with courage,
For the journey ahead.
Measure a man by his bag,
But don’t judge him so quickly.
Not all bags are chosen.
Forget that big old baggage.
All that you need is inside your bag.
Take your papers, take your time.
And from now on, like a Photon, travel light.
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You can read more of Pedro Campos’ work on Instagram at @pedrocamposbrazil.
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This is an original poem, brought to you by Poet Tree Town, an Ann Arbor-based poetry-in-public initiative and celebration of local Washtenaw poets. Find out more about Poet Tree Town on Instagram and Facebook, or say hello at [email protected].
