2-22-22: Bags

by Jessyka Mitchell

2-22-22: Bags


Bags, Bags.

It’s

Bags everywhere,

Something packed here,

Something found there.


I never knew how someone could lose just

a shoe.


Like some lost one in the hallway of the

Airport.


A kids shoe left from the rush of a family.

Running too fast to their terminal,

Bags half packed,

Pockets mismatched.


Something lost,

Something found,

From moving to and from.