Written early enough but owing to the exhaustion brought about by the poem’s subject matter from the day before followed. by two tiring shifts the following day meant it was unable to to posted before the allotted hour due to the poet falling asleep almost immediately upon arrival home.

moving love
(for Sarah)
everyone dreads
that phone call
from a friend
or loved one
who wants to know
if you’re free on Sunday
(just for a couple of hours)
so when someone
actually helps you:
pack carry load
bags boxes crates
ungainly ugly furniture
tatty bric-a-brac
& misc junk that
honestly should’ve been
ditched decades ago
but most of all:
wait patiently while
poor logistical decisions
regarding the stowage
in the trailer are trialled
fine tuned & discarded
before again gently
suggesting the idea
they first shared
15 minutes earlier
& which works
— perfectly —
perhaps makes it
the most moving love of all