Tuesday, February 26, 2013


is thinking
about maps.
How does one prepare
for a journey
when she doesnt know
where she 
is going?

The secret, she thinks,
is simply journeying 
as far as she can
between daybreak and nightfall,
then resting.

Time enough for the length
of tomorrow's trail
upon waking.

There is a little bird
traveling with her,
hopping from branch to branch
as they wander along.
She is singing,
her pretty head tilted,
a song of the forest, 
of the morning sun,
of the sky and the clouds
and the mountains.

Her birdsong
is sent
to brighten the journey.

*google image


  1. Yes, Sherry, one day at a time on the journey. And keep listening to that little bird as you go forward each day as far as you can go.

  2. A beautiful song you sing Sherry and a very deep question you ask.

    You're right not to worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself.

    The way is narrow, ask the animals and they will teach you, or the birds of the air and they will tell you; or speak to the earth and it will teach you or let the fish of the sea inform you. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” Take nothing for the journey.

    Where morning dawns and evening fades call forth songs of joy; your little bird and you.

  3. TUG, you sweet thing, you have written me a poem better than the one you are responding to. I am thrilled. Yes, what is it Maya Angelou says: I Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now. Me too, my friend. It is all a vast wonderment, unfolding.

  4. Yes, the do add a lot of joy to our JOurnaY! I love hearing them dance and dart about on my deck. Some love to hop on a post and sing, like a staged performance~
    Oh, Sherry this is lovely :D

  5. I hope the birdsong keeps you company through all your journeys Sherry. I really like the images in this poem. So nice.

  6. I have a mocking bird who crosses my path each spring singing me songs in seven languages. Her presence assures me I'm headed in the right direction. This journey that life provides me is a gift I open each day with the renewed excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Each stop here another gift left for me. Peace. John.


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