Ranged across the fridge, the wanderings
of my inner Ulysses may be seen.
Behold VW camper van of cherished dreams,
to bring us where crystal clear waters
fringe sunlit villages nestled between
warm seas and heat-hazed mountains.
Enamelled Pisa leans on shopping lists
beside a magnetic fishing boat
harbouring lottery tickets.
The Boston skyline cradles an old photo
while the Eiffel Tower, the Tower of London,
a Norwegian moose, and puffins from Orkney
hold reminders, phone numbers,
wi-fi password, and post codes.
The daily jumbled in with all the dreams,
reminding me that but one step outside
might lead to adventure on any day,
with my Penelope, who will return with
me to home and her peaceful crochet.
So interesting to read this poem today! This morning, inspired by a conversation with another another writer I returned to the poem “Newfoundland” I had written in 2013. There was exchange there between us, and you had been contemplating a trip to Newfoundland. I wonder if you made it. I hope all is well!