the stench of cardboard boxes

the stench of cardboard boxes
are harbingers of change.

new lanes
new neighbors
new fields
new supermarkets
new trails
new faces
new windows
new tales..

leaving behind the old
known trees
habitual walkers
loved cafes
familiar wags
and the gorgeous, story teller of a window.

for now, i must steer my thoughts back
to those boxes
in which I carefully bubble wrap the familiar
to make the newness seem less new.

with forethought, I collect little anecdotes, moments
triumphs, failures
all the merrymaking and sorrowing -
and pack them faithfully in a box.

that little box of stories
shall later be conjured and served
on a forlorn day
to a nostalgia starved soul.