Warming up

Hopes and fears and
daydreams, all
a-whirl for now
The names of our destinations
alone are like wine
to my imagination
I fear the size of the suitcase
my mother will pack
I fear the days flying by
too quick for me to catch
I wonder what London
will look like from
its airport's windows - the closest
we'll get, having prioritized
Celtic splendor
I worry about my aerial calluses
and muscles failing, plot to find
all the monkey bars
I paint vague and glorious
landscapes in my mind
I am doing my best
to warm up
my writing muscles,
ought maybe consider
my photography muscles too...
(St. Christopher protect us
and grant us worthy travel journals)

- NaPoWriMo #14, April 2024