Boxes

If one’s life can fit in boxes
1 trip, 2 trips,
3 trips down the corridor
and packed in a car to be shipped
(or flown, though it’ll be expensive)
to a place used to be called home
to a place where loved ones await
to a place far away from loved ones
Is there anything to keep one grounded?
Or will one’s life be shipped in boxes
(or flown, though it’ll be expensive)
1 ocean, 2 oceans,
3 oceans away
wherever the waves deem fit?