Last Day in Scotland

You left so much undone. 
The closest you got to the castle
was a Royal Mile tee-shirt shop.
Some essential Scottish flavor 
went untasted because you didn't 
make time for the whisky tour. 
And the Writer's Museum. Wasn't that 
supposed to be your first stop?
Hell, you couldn't even make it 
out of Edinburgh. Now all you have 
is one thin day to get it right.
You hold your latte as if awaiting 
benediction. 

But who's to say 
you aren't (mmm that milky warmth 
is good) receiving it right now? 
The window of the rented flat 
is open to the morning. Rain 
drifts in. Hello. Chants and drumbeats 
from the cobbled street's parade
alight like birds. Good morning. 
What is it you should do? 
What is it you should ever do?
Get up. Go out the door. Receive 
the day in friendship. A voice
is calling you. She says let's go.