monday was (move-out day)

Monday was
My first true
Move-out
Day

A day when
I no longer felt like a guest
At a hotel,
Or a friend’s,
When I woke up,
With so little say over my space.

Without the comforts
And habits
Of what I think of as a home,
Now an expired home.
Just a house
With no new adventure in mind.

I’m not in a defined location now
Simply a form that provides comfort.

I floundered about a bit
When I woke-
A bit vulnerable,
But feeling strong
And free
And so much closer.

~by Carolyn Bentley, 2010