Globe Trotter

While ducking through the attic space
I took a look around.
You never know what you might see,
what treasures can be found.

It has been ages, I am sure,
since I have been up here.
The place is dark and full of bugs
and cobwebs in my hair.

But now that I had made the trip
I thought I’d scan the place.
I didn’t see a mouse at all
but spied some droppings trace.

That’s why I had to go up here,
those scratching sounds at night.
My conscience bugged me endlessly.
I finally said, “All right.”

I placed some traps that I had brought
to take care of that mouse.
Just one more job that must be done
when you own your own house.

I still had stuff I’d stored up here
so many years ago.
And some stuff left from people that
I didn’t even know.

What was that round thing over there?
It’s covered with a sheet.
I looked down as I placed each step.
I had to watch my feet.

The last time that I climbed up here,
that awful time before,
I’d almost missed the rafter there
and went right through the floor.

I gently pulled that sheet toward me
to not disturb the dust.
I should have worn a mask up here.
Yeah, that should be a must.

It was a globe that I unearthed.
The oceans were still blue.
But I could see with a quick glance
it wasn’t very new.

There were some countries on that globe
you won’t see anymore.
No, things have changed since this was made;
it isn’t like before.

I spun the globe a little bit,
just curious, you know,
to look at countries where I’ve been
and others I could go.

Then I decided there and then
to pack my bags and roam.
That travel bug has hit me hard.
My destination? Unknown.