Wanderlust- noun- A strong desire to travel

I feel that as our society moves forward, the feeling of yearning to see places that we’ve seen io Instagram posts, Buzzfeed videos, Facebook photo albums and on Snapchat stories is multiplied.

Many of us want to travel the world. We want to climb Machu Picchu, eat chocolat du pain next to the Eiffel Tower, or take a dip in an Icelandic hot spring.

Okay, these might be just what I want, but we all want to see more than where we are living right now.

I’m exploring that feeling in this poem, and the idea of how we can hold ourselves and our loved ones back from achieving what our wanderlust calls us to do.

He old me he was Jack Kerouac

he used to travel the countryside
in a beat-up car with just a journal

And his thoughts to keep him company

As he drove through fields of corn

Deserts, small towns and concrete cities

He said he could show me sometime,

the whole country would be our bed

and we could explore more than each other’s bodies

but he never took me

We never had our little adventure

He continued to dream

but his body stayed in the bedroom

His arms held me against the frame of his mattress

As he gasped between thrusts

“I”-push

“Could” - breath

“show you”-grunt

“the world”- he finished on my back

“Was that good for you?”