Anticipation
of a journey made
for love is like
a slow drip of
the sweetest
Nectar,
and every detail
of preparation
partakes.
Is the actual
departure, then,
some kind
of anticlimax?
Perhaps in a way,
since imagination
is so much more intimately
part of everything we do
than we’re aware.
More likely, though,
one journey ends then,
another
begins.
