im about
grandpas oranges and grandmas phone calls
when she calls to ask how to print a recipe
but really she just wants to know how your day was
im about
getting in dads car and he's listening to adele
and mom thinking ABBA is still around
im about
church on sunday and breakfast after,
about my deaf dog maggie
who can't hear a word of all the songs i sing to her in the car
im about my little cat ferris
who sits in the window all day
and looks out at the great big world around her
im about the trip
about the window seat for nostalgia and the aisle seat for convenience
about the planes, trains, and automobiles,
spinning wheels propelling you always to new places
im about savoring every part of where you are
and still feeling like you missed something
im about the pictures
god, am i about the pictures,
that capture so perfectly what you would otherwise forget,
like how that first restaurant in italy had a daisy on the table,
and the hand painted tiles in the hostel in portugal
im about the the things you don't need a picture to remember,
like how the trevi fountain is big and beautiful and crowded and real
like the view of the rhine in december, dusted in snow
im about having 10 maps and still getting lost,
about the adventure you didn't plan on the way to the one you did
im about western europe and the middle east,
about asia and the americas and all the islands of the world
im about the beautiful beaches and the dense forests,
about never stopping because there are always more out there
im about lifting off and lifting off and lifting off
and trying so hard to never land in the same place twice.
/2012