Poetry

Travel

Trips ~ what they do to my soul

There’s no doubt

My soul stirs and springs to life

When I travel about

Exploring new lands

Like fresh falling snow

Piling and landing and filling up more

There is so much to see

To be, to explore

Anxiety dares stop me

And control says her piece

But, relaxing into beauty, they gently will cease

Thank goodness they do

It’s worth the concession

For travel ensures life-force progression

So, I surrender to let

It be part of my path

The coming and going

Embracing adventure at last