PoetrySuitcase by Joel Showalter in the March 28, 2018 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint By day, it drowses fitfully, its sleep empty, dreamless, like a sky wishing for birds. At night, when its hinged body wakes, it remembers the twin joys of carrying and being carried, the thrill of embracing the earth and resisting its pull.