POETRY THURSDAY
I’ve wanted to go to Scotland ever since I can remember. I’ve read book after book after book about it and its history and its famous people, and it draws me thither like a call from home. Sometimes I wonder if I lived there once or more, in another lifetime, or in a dream; that frisson of recognition in the descriptions and photographs of a place I’ve never been. Now that I’m soon to be going there, I worry somewhat that it won’t live up to my expectations, the anticipation of so many decades. However, deep down, I know I...