Send Me. Make Me
Just send me
Where I know no one.
Where the music and the food is different.
It does not need to be far.
Or it could be.
Somewhere I can be
Where nothing I do matters.
A place without expectations
except pay the bill and be polite
to the waitress.
Where the eyes never quite rest
and the food is a bit iffy.
And if you pray,
or if you don’t,
no one cares.
A place where the light
is different. The colors
Take me there.
And leave me there
a day or few
until it too starts to become familiar,
and send me on my way,
About this poem
It’s a cliché. Travel changes us.
I am sitting in Stowe, Vermont while the woman I love does a work function. I had coffee in a strange coffee shop. I am eating a crepe for lunch. I never eat crepes for lunch. I don’t know anyone and no one knows me. I left my phone at home (by mistake) so no one can get me.
It’s freeing, being away. And even a trip to Stowe, less than three hours away, has medicinal value. No schedule. No expectations.
I wonder how I will be changed? Be sure, I will.
I always liked being in a hotel by myself where no one knew me to be. As you say, very freeing!
Tom, Taking our youngest daughter (Abby) to College of Charleston. I will take a slow trip back to New Jersey with the woman I love (Sally). This is my first time out following a major ankle operation April 9th. I have been bed bound for months. It is good to be out again. I love your thoughts and poetry. Jim
Oh I know how much you will enjoy this time! My thoughts and prayers for a truly blessed and joyful trip for you two.