Wish You Were Here

The moment of pulling a suitcase or rucksack down from a cupboard or out from under the bed always carries a particular kind of excitement. It’s as if going away promises a new life – even though it’s only for a week or two. What counts is the thrill of departure, whether by car, train or plane.

“I love the hour before take off, that stretch of no time, no home but the grey vinyl seats linked like unfolding paper dolls.” – from ‘Vacation’ by Rita Dove

These poems celebrate all…