I comment wearily “My life in a box.”
As I see yet another wheeled towards me
By the worker unloading the truck on moving day.
He hears me say this and replies
“Mi vida en una caja.” translating for me.
English is his second language.
My move is local in the same county.
His move is long distance from another country
To another language and discrimination.
I am moving a few miles further away
Planning to enjoy senior citizen free time.
I will unpack and settle into my easy life.
He is an immigrant seeking work
Hoping to make a decent living here.
Today our lives cross in passing.
