3 Days Left

Hair color and cut.
Suitcases packed.
Handheld Ham radio programmed.
Still don’t know where my old atlas is.
On Wednesday at 1:30,
I caught a bird trapped in my family’s home.
I held it in my palm before it flew back to its own.
I cried because saying goodbye is always hard.
The sky is grey.
The rain falls.
The Oriols nest.
The roses in bloom.
Springtime is beautiful.
I will miss my mom.
I watch my dad get older.
I will miss him too.
These are the tears that have refused to fall.
I want to take care of the world,
mud tender beneath my feet.
But the grass is greener
than it was yesterday.
Time, time, time, where do we fit in?
Shower but leave you hair unwashed,
the hairstylist advised.

Today is Friday.
I leave on a Monday afternoon.