I’ve learned in my travels
To pack lightly.
To give my friends souvenirs
Instead of an unwieldy
Trunk full of my
Secrets and fears.
I had once been that
foolish, by entrusting
One with a key.
Now I give gifts,
Small memorabilia.
Just enough to say:
"I like you enough
to show you some
important parts of my journey".
Enough to feel like
They've been there.
But not enough
To get bogged down
With the mundane details
Of my itineraries,
Now I keep a close watch
On my trunk of secrets.
When someone asks
Nicely to take a peak,
I hand them a map
Rather than a key
And wish them luck.
