I want to live barefoot

I want to live barefoot.

I don’t want to bother with

shoes and socks

or woolly hats that

tickle and flatten my hair.

No more heavy parkas and

leg warmers,

or gloves that make it

impossible

to handle a camera.

I am sick of heavy grey skies

that leak constantly,

and barely 6 hours of daylight.

That hot water bottle

that keeps me warm at night,

- it has to go!

I want to sleep under a canopy

of palm leaves

and walk barefoot on a

secluded beach

wearing only a sarong.

I want my body to be

kissed by the sun

while I sip Piña Coladas

and wade through turquoise water.

(The poem that became a verbal vision board)