TRAVELLER
I follow you, from snowy deciduous forests
to lands of aurora and long white clouds,
your voice sometimes cynical, more often
studious yet remote, a tramper never content
with here and now. And yourself, collecting
loneliness disguised as solitude and milage,
bleeding at yesterday’s horizons while picking
on true and false scabs of tomorrow. Inspiring
though it is, return becomes dreadful like dying
as an end, unfulfilled, unfinished, unexplained
with vivid premonitions, fantastical prophecies
self-inflicted, wounds that never heal. Money
affords flights, friends and freedom but you
only hope for poverty, burdened by dreams.
I follow you, from corn nachos half-melted
over fried kidney beans to pages splashed
with worlds and visions still to be formatted.
(Image: “How Traveling Alone Changes You“, Nomadsworld.com)
Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音 