For today's prompt, I want you to write a travel-related poem. It can be human travel, the migration of swallows, the trafficking of drugs, etc. Some sort of movement from point A to point B
the journey
once beguiled by an unimagined future
i would, with very little thought
pack my bags, impatient to be gone
perhaps i should have questioned
gone from what, gone to where
why did i, so very much desire to be
somewhere else, nowhere in particular
merely a new and different place
another town or country or continent
where although the sun still rose and set
the light held a strange newness
where birds greet the unborn dawn
with a song unique to this traveler's ear
i flew from you and to you, entwining
to them and from them, unraveling
the past falling away in the distance
as i traversed the never ending road
Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann
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