For today’s prompt, write a voyage poem. In my case, we’ll be driving along the Gulf of Mexico, but a voyage can happen in a variety of ways–even on foot, or psychologically. Heck, the process of writing a poem is a sort of voyage all its own. Happy poeming!
Packing for a month long trip to Brazil
Voltage converter: check.
Tickets: no, the airlines don’t issue card stock tickets with cryptic writing anymore.
Clothes: I don’t think I own a month’s worth that fit so I’ll pack what I have and trust a laundry can be found.
Companion: I don’t have one of these yet. I enjoy the freedom of eating when hungry, sleeping when tired and leaving when bored. Alone I can take unreasonable risks in the name of experience or do nothing in my hotel room and feel no guilt. Of course I miss the poetry of exploring foreign cities with a lady on my arm, puzzling over Portuguese menus and delighting in strange flavors together but my past high maintenance choices have left a preference for solitude. Wouldn’t it be nice to pack a companion and take her out when lonely?
Alas, the vuvuzela doesn’t fit in the suitcase either.