Lemonade aka Trip Blips Happen
Feeling my grandmother’s happiness in this 1912 photo, as I anticipate arriving at her birthplace. tomorrow.
When hotels hand me internet failure
and my resisting finally gets finished,
I gladly make poems
in my mouth, with my hand,
thankful for connection within.
Sweet success to log onto my soul
and find the way to the side of my brain
that doesn’t need any numbers.
When check-in is late and the hotel not central,
when the wallet is empty and the single bank
machine declines my request,
when restaurants on holidays are full
and breakfast was long long ago,
I can make poems all by myself.
Once the battle within me is done,
I return to the web of everything.
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
