Traveler On the Path

Traveler is nearing the end of her travels.

Her body carries the fatigue

of her long journey.

Her psyche rides atop it like
a horse with a willing spirit

but two lame knees.

In her knapsack of memories

lies her treasure: all the

loves, heartbreaks, lessons,

a thousand moments of

writhing embarrassment,

a hundred encounters with

those beings sent to guide her path.

An aging mentor lives
in her left temple.

It softly whispers "this is the way"

when the way might seem unclear.

Once she learned to listen,

her path grew easier.

Before that is a time called

Becoming, an apprenticeship
best viewed with compassion.

Traveler looks the long road back:

so many gifts, especially her love affair

with the beauty of this world.

Earth sings to her now
in the outgoing tide,

in the dimming moon at daybreak,
in the first evening star,
in that same true blue sky

that has kept her Looking Up

her whole life long.

Traveler seems to be singing back
her song of gratitude.
She is singing her 

Until-Next-Time song.

for earthweal where the challenge is: The Journey

One April years ago I wrote a series of Traveler poems. I didnt so much write them as take dictation. The words just came. I havent written a Traveler poem in some time, so I started tapping at the keys this morning and this is what came out. The closing lines surprised me a little. Smiles.