Travel

we travel blind

one suitcase full of stars

stray things that gleamed along the way

its scuffed luggage, that's for sure.

it couldnt be any other way.

who knows when they step outside

if they will glide along the path

or will they hang onto the cliffs of blizzards

more days than not.

I think of this sometimes

whenever I remember what I had forgot.

traveling is harder than its looks

but brighter, too.

mary angela douglas 17 september 2020