I feel nearly
invisible
In my own
skin
as we rush
to complete
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| Photo of L. M. Montgomery, taken at random, a woman traveler |
Snow is
expected Sunday,
but we pack for
Africa,
a trip
almost at random,
the first in
nearly two years,
our
suitcases half-full,
What do I
take?
What do I
let go?
Three weeks,
impossibly short
for
travelling, yet
too long to
be away.
I only know
we are going,
you have the
tickets, the map,
you know the
way.
Today's Octpowrimo (an poem a day in October) prompt asks us to have fun, to play with random facts (such as the brain of a Neanderthal is bigger than a human brain). But my head is full with plans and packing for we actually do leave for Africa this Sunday at 6 am and a great snow storm is expected. When we retired, we thought we would travel at least for seven years, living here and there at random, but two years ago in Costa Rica, Allen had a stroke. Everything changed.We came home, and I have learned finally perhaps the greatest lesson: that every day is precious.
Oh, yes--every day is precious. I love the surrender in this poem, Beth.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. This has been a hard lesson, but each day brings joy.
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Poignant in light of your personal history.
I also enjoy you included that random photo of Lucy Maud Montgomery. She looks like she is about to embark on a trip somewhere, doesn't she? :~)
Happy Monday!
Hello, Julie. Thanks for stopping by and for including Lucy Maud Montgomery's full name (Yes, I loved her dreamy look and found the pic on today's octpowrimo site). A book on my to-read shelf is Jane Robinson's "Unsuitable for Ladies" An Anthology of Women Travellers," organized geographically and which includes some intrepid Victorian travellers. Beth
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