Mundane, drab and glistening

Train car flooded with
daylight, it's almost
here, tomorrow
the day I fly away
(how do I know I've
packed the right things)
walk the streets of
Dublin and Edinburgh
(not too much but)
see a book as old
as books
(not too little)
stuff myself with
Atlantic views and
afternoon teas
How do I know
when I've arrived: easy,
it will be more
real than I expected,
populated with as many
mundane, drab and glistening
moments and details as
here
(suitcase or backpack?)
just like everywhere
I've dreamed of
(brown sweater or blue?)
and then arrived at
My eyes will sweep that
panorama of cliffs and
ocean, famous from desktop
wallpapers without number
and there will be curtains
of rain maybe, soft I
hope or
crowds of tourists possibly,
selfie sticks akimbo
and my mother and I will
take a selfie too
And it will all be
so real, real as my
nose running in that
magnificent clifftop wind

- NaPoWriMo #20, April 2024