Traveling Light (Prompt: Travel)

I’m traveling light

through this shared illusion

because thinking

I need to bring anything

is also an illusion.

If I put on certain records

and open that box with the

scented letters,

I am taken to yesterday.

When I see little babies

laughing, safe and adored

with softly wrinkled grown-ups

I travel to tomorrow.

When I have the

Chicken Cashew Nut from

the Royal Thai in Riverside

I travel to Heaven’s kitchen.

When I write

that rare combination

of perfect thought and feeling

I travel to places

previously unknown

sometimes wondrous,

sometimes scary.

So, I travel light.

All I need to pack

is my brain.