For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #72
Number nine always reminds
me of smoothly curved line,
white pelicans lifting themselves
from quiet South Dakota lake,
just beyond the Bad Lands.
Memory shifts to beginning:
light camping gear stashed
in back of Mini-van, gassed up,
ready for last minute leaving.
Barely contained excitement
evidenced an hour later
in embarrassed laughter
as we realized we had both
Finally crossing own city limits,
two weeks and five thousand miles
later, two eagles soaring above, as though
to welcome us home from refreshing
flight into what had previously been
Elizabeth Crawford 9/2/12
Notes: Almost gave up on the list of words, then thought about that line of nine pelicans lifting themselves in unison and the rest is pieces of the story of our first real road trip.