We travel with great trains of luggage,
we humans, wherever we check in:
suitcases full of monkeys, bags
with lizards and fish and worms all mixed up
inside. Sometimes the latches fail
and they spill out, crawling away
into corners, swinging from
the curtains, and the concierge
must chase them down, put them back,
lest they upset the other guests.
Slipping out, they might leave all
their luggage by the unmade bed.
Stephen Brooke ©2008
Okay, not exactly full of originality nor insight. The phrase 'suitcase full of monkeys' just popped into my head and I wrote something around it. That's the way a lot of my stuff comes into being.