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A Moving Day

 

Moving day was a moving day

She was sitting in the living room

As they carry what I packed away

She didn’t pretend to be happy

But I have reasons not to live there permanently

 

Before when I was sad with problems

She lent an ear, we talked it over

Now she is the source of that problem.

And something interesting I would share

The things I’ve done I wouldn’t dare

 

The limiting void of intimate love

Made ways hopelessly closing in

But I do miss her hunting mosquitoes

She would have caught a few by now.

And doctors’ appointments without end

 

the transition will soon be complete

When she got what she wanted and I must leave

The day before moving day my last chance,

 I asked myself the final question:

Should I go back in the darkening light?

 

Her position of authority would bring me harm

So not to get swept along by unfavorable circumstances,

Nor permit my steadfastness to be shaken.

Perseverance furthers like it did with Prince Chi

Who lived in the court of the tyrant like a slave.

 

He feigned insanity to not allow external misery

To deflect him from his convictions

And a favorable outlook after completion

The transition from the old to the new accomplished

With only regard to details to be achieved

 

Yesterday was moving day and my heart was packed

No wine and cheese with her in the evening

Or sitting alone with my pleasant cats playing

No one to complain about the community

Even bad noise is better; so quiet in Chiayi.

 

All I hear outside the window is a bird singing

The middle school class bells chiming

As I follow my instinct with heart; a step

Getting near family and grand-kids overseas

My days in Taiwan numbered eventually.

 

Till someone gives me a reason to stay.

I want more love in life these days

More than she could give and worse.

So yesterday I moved from a situation

Leaving it behind, the complete transition.

 

April 21, 2021

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