Excites me…

Packing, finding hotels

Wanting to be anywhere

But home is not where

I want to be…

I only like the ocean,

Reading and sleeping

Is it my age or the organization,

Planning, driving, endless

CNN on the radio, too much

Stuff in the car, traffic, car issues,

Not a fishing or golfing type of girl…

The only thing that would entice

Me would be a cruise or a condo

On the ocean…

The the how, when and where

Plays over in my mind

And my thoughts are… been there,

Done that..:

The pandemic and the crazy people

With guns no longer make me

Want to be in a crowd, on a plane

At any big organize event that

Some could target for a moment

Of deadly fame or pass on the Covid

With their unmasked face…

An Ice cream cone or a sweet tea

On my front porch watching the day

Ending as sunset fills all my desires…

My husband’s bucket list is unending

And mine is very low…

Talking is even a low priority

To me now…

Feel there’s not much that hasn’t been said

And my mind is sick of the repetition

Sounds of silence is joyful as

Gods world and nature gives sounds

Enough to make one happy while the sounds

Of mankind have made the world less

Nurturing, safe and content…

Thinking, wanting and striving

In my eyes is over…

Meditating and praying is less

Strenuous with more conviction

For a better world for mine, and

Theirs to come…

Bucket lists are for the young…

If I haven’t done it yet do I really

Want or Need to do it Now…