There is a destination to arrive at on Thursday
and that affects what I will do today.
The argument could be made there’s always
a destination affecting today.
And that would be true, perhaps even right
the way a stride demands two steps
going in the same direction. The car is clean,
filled up with gas. The packing waiting
for me and the list in my mind to be checked off
when I put the duffel bag in the car.
I’m thinking about what time to leave,
how far I want to drive, the finishing off
of the trip after a night in some motel
with no reservation made. I have not been
where I’m going for a long time; there are
few returns I make – today turning into
tomorrow enough of a return for me.
I am almost ready to leave.
Hootism: if you don’t write from the heart and soul, the mind can’t make up the difference.