There is anticipation
in the preparation
equal to arriving
at the destination.
There is anticipation
in the preparation
equal to arriving
at the destination.
Oil checked
Tires checked
Rad fluid checked
Windshield washer fluid checked
Windows washed
Trunk packed
Tunes loaded
Seatbelts on
Drive
Talk
Laugh
Toe catches
Body crashes
Chair slides
Glass rattles
Hands smack
Knees crunch
Pain punches
.
.
.
Ouch. I’m going to feel this tomorrow!
“We’re not going to a show,”
he said. “They’re too expensive.”
“Oh,” she said, nodding sagely. “Right.”
They’d travelled all that way
to a sleepless city of lights.
Shows every night.
Wild crazy sights.
She’d packed for a night out.
“I get it,” she said,
smirking to herself.
She waited for his
inevitable surprise,
as he took her for
long walks in daylight
until her beautifully shod feet ached.
Then he napped.
She smiled at his
preparation for a late night
and she practiced her
astonished expression.
First night.
Second night.
Last night.
She gaped at him,
heading to an early bed.
Surprise!
There really is
no surprise.
The case is packed full
of memories and you are
preparing for the trip
back to routine.
All that remains
are the images in the
camera and in
your mind.