Traveler
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
