By Jonathan Kaplan
I think I know what’s in those suitcases.
You know, the ones with the statues of people with missing pieces
Each person traveling…gazing in the distance…
And each holds a suitcase.
Its contents folded. Hidden. Locked away.
I think that I know what’s in those suitcases because I know what’s in mine:
Tears, chills, spasms.
Heart-shaking cries of terror. Loneliness. Love.
All that I had wanted to leave behind is what I’ve been carrying all along.
It’s time for me to stop walking–I’m tired anyway.
It’s time to sit. And unpack.
And lovingly allow all of my belongings to return to where they belong.
I’m already home.
Jonathan crafted this poem during the “Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction in Mind-Body Medicine
” 7-day retreat at the Omega Institute, in Rhinebeck, NY, that we both attended, and which ran from June 10 to June 17, 2016. Saki Santorelli, one of the instructors, showed pictures of Bruno Catalano’s sculptures
during his presentation, and those images inspired Jonathan to write this beautiful poem that I post here with his permission.