I came across this poem shortly after our move to Washington, DC. It was written by Pub Theology's favorite poet, Chuck Trafelet, whose self-published collection of poetry was discovered in our previous home in Traverse City, MI. Fitting for us at a number of levels, including (or especially) the title. Picture me reading this in a house full of boxes on a cold November evening in an unfamiliar city where we've just uprooted the entire family, wondering what in the world we've done.
It was ti...
Published on February 04, 2013 09:44