Sunday, April 11, 2010

Day Eleven, Poem #11 - Passport Photos While U Wait

Passport Photos While U Wait
NaPoWriMo #11 – the thing you didn’t choose

Once you unfold a map
it becomes Pandora’s curse.

Please present yourself in color
in a perfect 2” by 2” square.

Proper hygiene starts with the feet,
so bring good, sturdy boots and wicking socks.

Roads are likely to become impassable
so don’t bring more than you can carry in your pack.

You are here as an observer
and an observer only. Gain rapport but be sensitive.

Insect repellent and sunscreen -
the recipe for remaining healthy.

Immunizations are not for the
weak of will.

Most likely you will be detained
at borders.

Do not expect English to be spoken or that
you will be able to contact a translator.

Please keep us informed of your
next of kin.

Once you unfold a map
it becomes Pandora’s destiny.

From the poem prompt to write about one of the paths you didn’t choose.


  1. I love this poem! The voice is half Lonely Planet, half State Department. Thank you.

  2. Heard and understood an immediate connection with someone who'd spent some time off of the beaten path. This is what they tell us and what we need to do and remember in order to survive. Sounds like you did just fine.