how i hate to pack.
short or long trip, warm or cold
climes, it is the same.

should i bring this shirt?
how many socks do i need?
will i want a skirt?

what if it gets cold?
what if i rip my trousers?
and, of course: which shoes?

i try to pack light,
and yet i wind up with a
suitcase crammed with stuff.

i travel often
but it gets no easier.
still i agonize,

though i tell myself
if i’ve forgotten something,
it’s no tragedy:

i’ll just buy it there.