Wanderlust...confessions of a nomad

The road is calling;

urging me, compelling me

to wander down its dusty paths,

the twisted tracks with all the mystery

of the unknown just around the next bend.

I am running;

a mad dash toward adventure,

toward life and light and color,

toward discovery and insight and being free .

I am ready to unearth hidden depths in a new friend.

I suppose that is the part which beckons me,

the call to explore new relationships,

to uncover the kindness of strangers

who soon become dear.

To journey this path with fellow pilgrims,

to find that we are different

and yet so alike is like unwrapping a present

each day with each new acquaintance.

We swap stories of hardships and laugh

at ourselves.

We trade remedies for blisters and then walk on.

We walk on.

The path unwinds with each step.

We walk on.

We find hidden strengths we never knew.

We walk on,

unmoved by fatigue or hardship.

We walk on

and are rewarded with views

and comradery and the comfort

of reaching shelter each day.

We walk on, sometimes alone.

Sometimes we walk together

and it is enough to know

that we are not alone.

The road is calling me to wander down

and I cannot escape its siren sound.