Baggage.

Travelling light by the Arabian Sea.

I have baggage,
as much as the next guy.
It’s soft and pliable, though, not a hard case.
And without a monogramme of any kind,
thank heavens.
Or rather, thanks to smaller days
spent rolling with dogs
in dog-hair matted carpeting,
and afternoons with fallen coconuts
and nothing to do,
in the shade.