In the family
Of travelers
Brothers and sisters
Of the world
We bring its people together
Brothers and sisters
Of the world
We bring its people together
And then it ends
So I arrive
At places
Unexpected
Sometimes pretty
Sometimes dour
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes flowered
Gawd
I love
A ferry
The magic carpet
Of roadtrips
But changed have I
Beyond a scope
I can explain
No people of
This world the same
Yet all alike
In ways I’ve seen
Which never learned
From books or schools
But only when
I took the road
And spanned the gap
In time and place
To meet them in
The worlds they’ve made
Sat at their hearth
And listened, then
Being there
Or the
Being away
Or the
Being in motion
Which defines the true nature
Of my wanderlust
I usually decide
There’s no need
To pick one
I mind
Not a bit
Becoming one
With it all
Just me
And the land
And the dance
Of the road
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world