“Carry everything you own,” the Announcement had said, posted on every door in the city.
Later, we learned that we had to take it all on our backs. When possessions are reduced to that, it’s easy to pick and choose what’s important. I was shocked how quickly the gadgets fell away to leave room for journals and photo albums.
Now the rain falls on our ten-by-ten shelter, the neighbors encroach on our borders but under the orange tint of the tent, we’ve found home.
My mother strokes my hair as I let the rain soothe me. I drift in and out of sleep as life continues on.
Written for Micro Bookends