vagabonding

journey of thousands
of miles
beginning, not with a step
but with a click
to a window on the world
i long to see.


many months later
after electronic plans laid,
seconds ticked by
days crossed off
(though living in the present,
relishing with gratitude
did not put the X on the calendar's
pages)
it is time to fly.


almost caught off guard
& yet living a dream,
bags packed with love & smiles
(the just-right shirt
is an afterthought)
do i need more?

i do
but only that
which is found
along the way
on the path
of my vagabonding dreams.
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celebrate national poetry month!!