Canvas, dyed blue, with zippers
Rectangular, with a deep centre section
Opens up like a mouth
Gently closes over my clothes, books, pictures
Holds them safe in tender jaws
Ready to spit them out again
Into my tired arms

A convenient handle fastened to the top
Strong enough to carry the heavy weight
Extra pockets on the outside to put small things in
Like little trinkets, once gifts, some broken
A handy tag on which to write my name
And whatever my new address will be
A lock next to the handle, to keep its mouth shut

Don't bother trying to open the lock
I changed the combination
You don�t know it anymore

Your only chance is a stray guess
And you know that's not going to work