One suitcase
only for secrets --
tucked in the pouch pocket,
pressed in the corners,
one light and liquid suitcase,
one glittering suitcase
filled with tiny
unspoken tales.
And I will carry it
to the other side of the ocean.
I will carry it
so no one knows
what I hold.
Because its cargo
is more precious than socks
or pajamas.
Because a secret is a ticket
and without it
the trip would be
too lonely.
By: Naomi Shihab Nye
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