Laura writes…

It’s been a few years since my tropical travels came to an end, and in that time this blog has been sadly neglected. While the current climate rules out more musings from foreign climes, the partial lockdown we’re in seems like an apt time to resurrect the blog in a different form (new name pending!).

So, to begin, a short poem inspired by the line “who you aren’t isn’t interesting.”

If I were a sailor
I’d sail the seven seas.
I’d strive and toil,
so I could boil,
the fish I caught for tea.

Or I could be an astronaut
and launch right into space.
I’d float around,
not make a sound,
my fears I would embrace.

And if I were a clergyman
I’d help and heal and pray.
My robe I’d wear,
I’d really care,
Help people on their way.

Imagine I’m a bank clerk
and work from nine to five.
I’d make a splash
while earning cash,
and use it to survive.

Perhaps I’ll be a scientist
discover things brand new.
Don a white coat,
try not to gloat,
of all I have to do.

Now I’m an opera singer
in lands both near and far.
I use my voice,
the critics’ choice,
My life — it’s quite bizarre.

Behold I’m an Olympian,
I swim and run and race.
Quick to pedal,
win a medal,
bow down with such grace.

And yet, I’m not a sailor,
I’ve never been to space.
I wear no collar,
cash no dollar,
study, sing or race.

So it’s not of interest,
these things I’ll never be.
Perhaps I’ll see,
all I can be,
if I am simply… me.