The Moving Truck Poem

In the back of the moving truck
                When the door shuts
                                          And it all goes dark
                    And the engine starts
            And the vibrations shake
                Everything that was not tied down properly
Gets jostled
                            As the weight shifts
When the truck leaves
                And some things fall
                        With every turn            And heirlooms break
                That we have held onto                            Because we were supposed to

                    We do not stop moving

            Because we know
            that when we get
            to the new house
            it will be bigger
                    and better
            and more beautiful
            with no cracks in the foundation
            and enough room for everyone
            to sleep peacefully.

Copyright © 2017 by Andru Defeye. From Illicit (2017). Used with permission of the poet.