Conceivably

There is something so attractive about travel and seeing the world, and having the chance to be a different person, as you explore different places. But equally compelling is the love of spouse, family and home. One can imagine the enticing scenario of sailing off into the sun–especially after a hard day. But when it comes down to it, all things considered, we’d really rather stay put.

I hope your lives in the future are filled with lots of adventurous trips, but that they are always followed by glorious homecomings.

PS: The jigsaw puzzle image is often used by my dear husband, to describe incomplete or untargeted voluminous communication, particularly by email. He says it’s like someone dumped a jigsaw puzzle on his desk and wants him to put it together, in order to figure out what they intended to say. Using it here is a little ironic, since I tend to speak (and write)in volumes, myself.

Also, there’s the association of the puzzle piece with autism. This symbol is regarded with love or hatred, by various factions. Thanks for coming by to read.

Love of my life, conceivably,

I could leave it all behind,

While you picked up the pieces

Of the jigsaw of my mind.

Love of my life, where would I go?

I’d conquer distant shores,

And never cast a second glance

At the life I had, before.

What freedom such escape could bring!

What panoply of choice!

No longer drowned beneath a mound

Of stuff, I would rejoice.

Love of my life, our children gone,

I gaze beyond the sea.

What bold adventure now awaits,

If you will sail with me.

For another sailing poem, read The Voyage and for a celebration of a long marriage, read Not So Long Ago.