Five Months and Three

We filled the boxes carefully
Tucking in each package tightly
Like a mother puts her brood to bed
Delicately, but spritely.

We piled the boxes high
One atop the other
Stacking rows and columns
As both support and cover.

We positioned the pallets in a line
Like worthy ships fit for their class:
A regatta with signs for sails
We bade farewell as they sailed past

Into the gales of merchantry and
I was proud of the fleet we made.
A good day’s work;
An honest trade.