Travels

    Photo by Mary Bach

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon;

rise, stretch, repeat.

Along the way

I spend the days

seeing

listening

breathing in

landscapes, seascapes, cityscapes

many-layered, dark and light.

Then pause

to taste, touch,

sift and filter

ten thousand revelations.

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon,

stretch, sleep, repeat.

This is for Kerry in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  They are carrying on the fine 55 word tradition of Galen Hayes in asking for a fifty-five word response.  

Setting Off

I journey

with the sun

and rest

in the moon.

My voyage begins

without fanfare;

no one

to see me off or

wish me well,

no one to blow kisses

or wish me,

“Godspeed!”

No one knows

of my plans.

I journey

with the sun

and rest

in the moon.

Perspective

I stub my toe and curse

at the pebble in my path

She looks up but can’t see

the top of the mountain

before her

Same track,

different journeys

Written in response to a prompt/ challenge from a fellow poet.