Today Makes A Week

Today makes a week
      Until another journey begins.

Anxious now, worrying,
      That this gloriously leaky driip
Might someday dry up,
      Might on those days crossing America
Fail to open and flow,
      Fail to be able to enunciate
The great wide wonder
      That dances like a giddy camper
            Who has just found out
      That her mother mysteriously packed
            In her otherwise purely nutritious lunch box,
      A secret treat, her favorite,
            A six-pack of her favorite cookie,
      Her comfort food, if it could be argued
That an effervescent nine-year-old spirit
      Ever needed a food to give her respite
From the light and hope
      That seemed to form an indestructible aura
Around her head, like a halo.

Today makes a week
      Until another journey begins.

Anxious now and stoked
      To write about the 6,000 mile journey
From the perspective of a camper,
      Hopelessly giddy about the secret treats
Packed away beside the lunchbox pen and paper.

Oh, please let it flow
      From the gloriously leaky drip
Upon seeing the great wide wonders
      Of those days crossing America.

Today makes a week
      Until another journey begins.


For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
June 7, 2011