The first time I traveled to this land
of highlands and lowlands
and cathedrals rising,
it was raining . . .
all-day. . .
dreich,
sigh-inspiring
raining
you’d think I’d never
been here before
the way I packed so many
light spring linens
and such
you’d think somewhere
in the suitcase so overpacked
I have to sit on it to get it
closed enough to zip
I would have loaded up
on sweaters
and
not so much
on flip flops
and tank tops
You’d think I would
believe the weather reports
just this once . . .
