Shall I, shan’t I …?
Dreaming of voyages across vast
grey-green sailor-swallowing seas
and, when all hope is lost, of sighting a bird –
two birds! – three! – a whole flock of birds
that make their home on the wide world’s farthest shores.
Should I, shouldn’t I …?
Dreaming of far-away places – Santiago,
Mandalay, Calicut, Rangoon and Xanadu –
of trading in fabled halls and temples,
roofs covered in gold and gem-encrusted walls,
and coming home richer than the Pope.
Shall I, shan’t I,
should I, shouldn’t I?
Or planning in earnest?
© James Munro