Away
from home can be many things
Sometimes
it is a vacation
Ours
is more often the journey
Vacations
are fine
But
getting there is what’s fun
That’s
when things can really happen
When
plans can explode
Rearrange
and settle
Into
something wonderfully unexpected
Even
if it is bad it is memorable
Vacations
are put in storage
Journeys
create us
When
I was young we drove
Everywhere
we went was driving
When
it was just my sister and I
My
parents would drive just to drive
Or
to see something just because
I
would tag along where dad went
Be
it campouts or youth trips
Church
duties or wanderlust
He
would make excuses to bring me
Instead
of reasons I shouldn’t
It
is an enduring idea
I
still drive just to drive
Remember reasons to bring company
Make
excuses why someone should come
Instead
of reasons why they shouldn’t
Forget
my worries on the road behind
Enjoy
the adventure of the road ahead
On
Saturday we went to lunch
All
seven of us
Passed
at least a hundred places
Never
stopped once
Finally
made it to the place
35
miles away in Columbia
Every
mile a revelation
Good
feelings coursed just by being out
During
lunch Claire got sick
We
didn’t get to go to the movies
Just
went back home
A
trip some would call a waste
That
thought never crossed our minds
It
was fun and it was deserved
The
morning chores had been done willingly
The
afternoon would be better
Because
we had spent time traveling
Seeing
the world over again
Catching
a glimpse in a different light
Loving
what happens along the way
When
you have no particular place to go
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