Desktop Traveler

I’ve become a stay-at-home, desktop traveler.

When my iPhone coughs up…

featured photos from another era, I’m off,

remembering what it was like to really go.

Back then, you had packed before you rushed headlong toward adventure.

But it was sandwiches and sunscreen: lighthearted baggage, with the idea that fun was on the horizon.

So different from today when, even walking the dog, I must protect myself.
I carry mask, gel, wipes and brandish them when someone breaches my social distancing space.

My surgical mask is a bellows, inflating and deflating, fogging my glasses with the effort of being ambulatory.

But she’s worth it.

8 thoughts on “Desktop Traveler

  1. When I travel in my head I’m going to see my scattered children. I see their welcoming smiles and sometimes even feel their arms around me. I walk through their homes, placing rooms and favorite chairs and focusing once again on the paintings on the walls. I smell wonderful foods and enjoy the colors of the plates and cups. I hug them again and again and feel warm and content.

    Then I blink and I am home alone and far away.

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