Flashes

I think of the little café in Berlin

Where we breakfasted sitting outside

And the strolls that we took from our Danish hotel

With the icy canal as our guide.

Gelato in Italy, pea soup in Prague

And hot cocoa on cold Swedish streets,

The memories cropping unbidden and yet

Sweet and lovely, like welcoming treats.

My travel’s on hold but these flashes are proof

That experiences while you’re away

Make a lasting impression to savor and mull

When you’re stuck in a pandemic day.