A Somewhat Spontaneous Exploratory Poem On Travel
Well, I have a moment to spare, and seeing as how I'm not particularly good at relaxing, I thought I'd write a poem about what it is that travel means to me. That is to say, when I'm sharing where I may or may not be going next, sometimes I get raised eyebrows, with the question, "why?" - and I suppose this is an attempt to answer that question, and explain what travel means to me. Perhaps it's also an attempt to make use of time that I might otherwise have used to relax...My goodness, can you imagine?
A Rocking Boat
It's the sip of a coffee with a taste unknown,
A walk in a room with a glittering throne,
The taste of salt water on carefree lips,
Recording a movie to post a good clip.
Last minute packing, no care in the world,
To try something new, a passion unfurled,
Beaches too hot to walk on barefoot,
Knowing its better to move than stay put.
A rocking boat in the waves of the night,
The sincere excitement surrounding a flight,
Arrive at a hotel, it's dirty indeed,
Trying to let go of the thing we call "greed."
The first time you see a place from your dreams,
In the book of your life, you discover new themes,
A mountain, mist-covered, perched up above,
To question your knowledge of the meaning of love.
Watching a plan come to gleaming fruition,
Eating a meal and forgetting nutrition,
A brilliant glance of water and sun,
That feeling you get, when you finally run.