we're leaving now

she gets

the itch to travel every

now

and then.

i'll see her bags packed

by the door,

her coat on,

her hat,

a handful of maps

in her hand.

the latest Fodor

book

on London,

or Pakistan.

where we going now,

i'll ask

her from the couch,

reading

the paper.

don't worry about it,

she says.

now put some pants

on

and let's go.

the Uber is here,

we're leaving now.