Reality

every few days

I have the urge

to sell everything

we own and move

into the camper with

two plates, two forks,

and two spoons

and share a knife~

to retire, take to

the highways, see

the changing landscape

of America, pulling

our flatware and

plates from

site to site

no particular place to be

no pressing deadline to meet

then I come to my senses

trying to reckon with the

reality of the silverware

drawer and all those

cabinets.