Ten Sleeps

And I don’t mean to seem fatalistic-
because I know people move house
and move countries:
every
single
day

but it’s always a big deal to anyone in the midst of it.
Like the dentist who yanked my 4 wisest teeth right from my jaw:
he told me, quite firmly, that it was really no big deal- that he pulls teeth:
every 
single
day

that for him it was nothing, 
but for the owner of the jaw from which they’re pulled-
it’s... well, so much more
so, he told me, I was justified in my discomfort-
and he was also justified in his lax.
and so it goes

a new home, a new street, a new neighbourhood, a new beat
to bike in, and swim, to fly from,
and to wear my black boots in:
every
single
day

freue mich schon darauf,
and will continue in like manner:
every
single
day-

well,
for the next ten,
anyway.