A red, white, and blue airmail envelope
with sheets and sheets of thin crinkly paper
filled with information and stories
and discussion of child development in developing countries
and love from Mali.
Those red and blue edged white envelopes
used to make my heart go pitter pat (and still do)
back when I was corresponding with
(okay, I'll admit it)
a handful of young men serving abroad.
And in my formative years
my grandpa Pax would send lovely detailed letters
about the flower boxes in Germany
the oompa bands passing by his seat in a sidewalk cafe
the mountains the foods the accents the smiles in Italy
the warmth the richness the spicy smells in Turkey.
I don't have to look far to figure out where I got my wanderlust...