I am going on a trip and I don’t know where I am going. It is Mystery Trip time again, Year Number Ten of Cam and my adventures in surprising each other. Each spring we travel somewhere on this planet, taking turns planning a trip with the goal to keep it a secret as long as possible, ideally until we get on that last plane. So my suitcase is packed and we take off for the airport in less than two hours. I know to pack a winter coat. I know I don’t need a bathing suit. I know that both sunscreen and an umbrella are good items to include. I don’t know much else. I do know, however, that I am going to have fun because that what’s what I’m reaching for, a great-feeling time with my guy. Bon Voyage! I’ll be back in a week and a half!
Here’s my Mystery Trip Poem:
Your partner has squeezed it into a box,
tied it tightly with a bow,
placed it under the waiting tree.
In the shade, it remains contained.
You might think you’ve figured it out.
You might rejoice in the plan that is brewing
in the box of your mind –
but when the day finally comes
and you tear at that box,
spring springs from your roots
and, there you are, present
in the present
with a present
you didn’t expect.