My suitcase is spread out in the road,
And my hands, deftly darting, unpack;
With the evening wind full at my back,
I've emptied the whole of the load.
My eyes to the sunset have turned,
With a sigh I declare I am done.
But the wind brings the voice of the one
Who's taught me all I have yet learned.
I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore,
For I've felt that my labor is through;
I've learned all that I can from you.
And you, in your mercy, implore
That I stand back up, pack back up, go-
For there's much yet to see and to know.
postscript
Don't unpack yet; He's not done with you. This is a mixture of both the English and Italian sonnet forms, with the Italian abba form versus the English abab. The rest is English.