Transit
Revisiting songs
That I hung from my heart with twine
As metallic lights flash past
Silver, then bronze,
Then only the glow
Of the known, shrinking behind me
And finally, darkness
Lit only by the source
Of the warmth in my chest
Traveler
I put my finger to my lips
Kissing the places
That my hand had been that day
The doorknobs it had turned
The cups, the utensils it had held
The pen it had clutched
And all the other hands it had shaken
I kissed the cacophony
Of my traveled flesh
And held it there
Breathing in its memories
Hush now, I said
Night has fallen, and it is time for silenceFrom the first
Every step I have trod
Has led to a moment
Uncountable steps
Have led to infinitely more
Uncountable moments
Moments lost, moments found
Moments both forgotten,
And unforgettable
Moments unwanted
And moments as worn by reminiscence
As the feet that carried me to them
Feet that have been cut, bruised,
Sprained, and callused
But pain teaches one to endure
To carry on, and by carrying on,
One can experience more moments
That would have been otherwise lost
In the annals of place and time
And with every place,
And every moment
Comes a unique experience
That melts into me
Like a snowflake upon a tongue
And this, this experiencing
Is what keeps my feet moving
Keeps me wearing out my soles
It is this unspoken promise
Of earthly universes
Patiently awaiting exploration
That keeps me tying my bootlaces
In the morning
And continuing down whatever path
My feet bring me to
