Traveling

I hear them after the bath.
Indonesia.
Cambodia.
Moldova.
Chad.
Big Australia.
Switzerland.

I picture the steamy room,
his small, sturdy frame
draped with terry cloth and
slung around his father’s hip
so that he can reach the
northern hemisphere.

In a moment,
teeth to brush,
pajamas to button,
the same old books and songs,
but for now they have the
whole world,
printed on a
fifteen dollar shower curtain,
to explore.

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