Packing Light by Alicia Wright

I do not know
this place well enough
that it is strange when I am gone

 
never have walls here
reached and held me nightly

 
listening to the far off train whistles
and cries of the solitary night bird
I can return with no memories
of its dark corners

 
and leave again,
thinking only of creek waters
biting with cold teeth

 
I leave footprints where I
must, where my fingertips can’t reach
the lowest branches, and miles away
wonder if the grass has risen
from where I have tread

 


Alicia Wright was raised in West Virginia and is currently an MFA candidate in poetry at Bowling Green State University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Kenning, Sugared Water, Rufous City Review, and Kestrel.