Travel Writing

Writing my way into knowing

is a deep dive into waving

kelp forests of my mind to find what grows in those shadowed, eerily lit depths.

Writing my way into knowing

is a journey on a summer morning through rutted, grass lined roads into the wild expanses of my mind.

Writing my way into knowing

is a walk in the rain of early spring

on the tree lined paths of my mind

sheltered by a bright umbrella.

Writing my way into knowing,

warmed by mitts, toque and scarf,

is a skate on a winter cold pond

framed with great mounds of icy snow

Writing my way into knowing

is a safari across arid desert dunes 

only burning sun and azure sky overhead ~

keeping cool a challenge at best.

Writing my way into knowing

is a stroll through concrete jungles

echoing with a cacophony of voices,

my ears tuned for wisdom, direction and hope.

“A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, 

one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.”

~ Roman Payne, The Wanderess