Anticipating, planning, and dreaming
Traveling expands past where you’re going
The unknown rushing toward you, gleaming
I’m not really here, that mindset flowing
Constantly through my soul like white water
Propelling me down the river of life
Thinking always of places much hotter
Where sunshine cuts my mind’s haze like a knife
Or mountains where air thins, breath uneasy
The worldview looms vast and unimpeded
Sometimes I think this just sounds so cheesy
But my wanderlust has to be heeded
I cannot wait for the next location
Life: a journey with no destination
—-You want me to do the syllable count?
—-I hope that I can use all my fingers
—Are you sure that ten is the right amount?
—if not ten, this task may really linger
3 thoughts on “Life’s Travel Sonnet #1”
Love it a poet in the family.
You ‘little poet, you. Nice job!