The Moving Truck And The Movers

The truck rumbled

Ready

Big‑bellied

And steady

Waiting at the curb like a drumbeat’s first thrum

The movers came marching

Their footsteps arching

In a rhythm that said 

Here we go

Here we come

Lift it up

Slide it in

Box by box

Spin by spin

Their hands knew the dance of the day

Thump of a dresser

Grunt of a guesser

Figuring out how the sofa should sway

Wrap it tight

Tape it twice

Make the fragile things feel nice

Hum a tune that keeps the tempo true

Up the ramp

Down the hall

Catch a wobble

Save a fall

Every motion had a beat they knew

And when the last box landed

The truck door expanded

Into a rolling metallic shhh‑clack of goodbye

The movers nodded once

Like seasoned rhythm monks

The truck pulled off with a low

Long sigh

A life on wheels

A road ahead

A beat that keeps on being led

Every ending has a rhythm

That carries what we’re moving toward next