Unexpected Trip (version III)
Passport goes missing before the big trip.
We search the house, in and out, upside down.
Retrace son’s steps, and follow every tip,
but looks like he’ll miss out on London town.
So off we go, a seven hour drive,
thinking he left it at his sister’s house.
A check in the mailbox when we arrive,
but, “There’s no passport here,” I phone my spouse.
So back on the road, it doesn’t feel real;
neon double rainbow extremely bright,
and then we see thick red dust, Mars-like feel,
then lightning storm, like fireworks, but white.
The trip’s a dry run—no reason or rhyme,
but wonderful surprises worth our time.