Endlessly Fulfilling

Her backpack’s a portable portal
She tells you, with a laugh about it
Seeming to swallow any item

That will fit in it, and you both think
How good the cats are at vanishing,
But how the time has, lately, started

Stumbling about a bit, no longer
The rush you remember fulfilling.
And you think as well of all the books

You’ve bought and read over years and years—
More portals that you’ve discovered, but
Here the task is just to show you’re here,

Here by the windows, whether or not
You’re about to, more than soon enough,
Make like a portal and disappear.