Summer Vacation
The urge to travel
rises when least expected,
without reason or warning.
Unsettled, is how I describe
my feelings as it develops,
like an autumn storm beginning with clouds.
The day arrives
and I leave the homestead,
disrupting my structured life.
Normal routines give way
to silence and simplicity in a campsite,
among trees in a distant place.
Some days I observe small things
from my old folding chair,
not moving between breakfast and lunch.
Other mornings might require
a sweaty hike in any direction,
allowing feet to share what eyes enjoy.
But the highlight of the journey,
the apex of plans and expense
is sleep. Campfabulous sleep.
Entering sleep like a falling leaf
and waking in uninterrupted stages,
like the smell of brewing coffee, changes everything.
It takes three days
for the numbness of city life to fade
and submit to nature’s exhilaration.
Increasing energy and desire
encourages me to follow more trails,
leaving footprints where few have been.
When departing day arrives
time slows and I face a chasm,
looking back at a life I’d almost forgotten.
Each mile of the return journey
is another stain on the fabric
of what I most desire.
Copyright © Gerald Greene | Year Posted 2019
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