Travel bag

Inside you hold a plastic cup from a midnight stop over
a scrunched napkin and an old gum wrapper
zipper still half undone, edges still tattered
you are my vestibule to exciting voyages
You are all for adventure when I feel like exploring
Our journeys are never boring
a hatchway to where I long to be
travelling in planes, gondolas and cable cars
Swirling memories of silky white mountains
and snorkelling in crystal blue waters
different cultures and food
languages and ways to live life
I drift to sleep on the Eurostar train
You cushion my head
as I hear whispering wonders call my name