We debate the virtues
of London at Christmas –
streets festooned with glistening lights
or Dublin –
rife with literary haunts
and local pubs,
maybe Vancouver in summer –
endless cornflower blue skies,
whales breaching off shore
or perhaps Key West –
sun-soaked afternoons
walking Whitehead Street
past Hemingway’s home.
Mid chat,
I look up
to see a Carolina Wren
settle on the bird feeder.
You follow my gaze.
Outside the sun is setting –
sherbet pinks and oranges
streak the sky.
Maybe we should
head out for a walk instead?
Two dogs leashed,
we stroll toward the river –
no need to pack a bag,
book a flight
or board an airplane…
we are already
here.
*Inspiration poem: “Don’t Miss Oout! Book Right Now for the Journey of a Lifetime” by Imtiaz Dharker
A Reading Life 
“we are already here” wow. What a powerful last line. And reminder that life is already happening all around us. We just need to step outside and take it in. I always feel so inspired after reading your poetry 🙂
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You are already there! Your picture is incredible and your words are strong reminders that we are pretty lucky to have all we do right here in our own backyards.
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