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

Passport: check.

Laptop: check.

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.