I packed light
It filled my bag
But weighed nothing.
There was no space for anything else
No useful tools
No practical gadgets
No low cuts no high heels
No summer dresses
No comfy pants.
There was so much light
It threatened to burst open
I locked my case and felt clumsy pulling it behind me.
I started as a “what-if-just-in-case” traveller
But that was far too heavy
I ran out of case to fill
And resented the things I didn’t use
Taking up space that could have been used for light.
I pack light.
There is no lock
For what is inside cannot be taken.
I opened my bag
And let the light out to make space for the new
I basked in the warm glory of my contents
And let it all simmer, sift and sort.
Such comfort to be surrounded in temporary chaos.
Now I see
I do not need a bag on my back
Nor do I need the things it contains.
All I need is light
And I need no bag for that.
I pack light
And there’s no space for anything else.