Vacations

Like a snap of your fingers,
A tiny reprieve,
Vacations transport you
But then you must leave.

And as you head home
There’s a list to be made
Of things to take care of
And bills to be paid.

Of course, it’s a comfort
Resuming routines
But moments will linger
On internal screens.

You’ll find yourself smiling
Remembering those
You met on your travels
Or places you’d pose.

Away time is lovely
With memories made
Though the life back at home
Isn’t one I would trade.