A wanderer navigates far on her journey,
She traipses from stars luminous in ink darkness,
Across natural hill she can’t not climb,
In lush valleys sleeping, dreams whispering in,
Travelling far, in-between, in the world down below,
Knowing not peace; restless she artfully treads,
Breathing the life, new civilizations she learns,
Tracing the moon, it dips to to her hands; she treads.
Wanderlust a vise; no peace yet, no worry,
In the sky’s plashless flamingo pink, fire orange stark;
Tranquility masked, in the eyes of young and old; she finds —
Wisdom in their tongues so foreign, not to her akin;
Grass, scented sharp and fragrant; an afternoon’s soft pillow,
She shares not, a fear of ‘what’s out there;’ no dread,
Roaming each day, hopping off trains, nothing her concerns;
Inscrutability of the world hails; she goes wherever, not knowing dread.
In Paris, she didn’t bother climbing the Eiffel Tower leery,
Of crowds, and people overwhelming; she’s a lark,
Free spirit, sweet melodies trailing; requires space to fly, to find —
Her life abroad, journeying towards the sun as it sets in Berlin.
Abundance of pints in Germanic territory; laughter she borrows,
A smorgasbord of people, faces to greet before bed.
Memories composed in songs of the moments; she burns —
Companionship,she’s persuaded; singed remnants in bed.
Through Italy and Greece she did not falter, clearly —
Used to travelling trails, which ever road ingenuity sparked.
Nothing, exquisite as midnight’s blackness, in her mind,
The ruins of Ancient Greece in Athens alight; interlude in Santorini.
Riches of Rome, what need has God of golden sorrows?
A few nights idle, in soft hotel bed; relaxation as she read,
Of home, the place she missed the most; yet she yearned —
Struggling within; wanting more of the world, of new places read.
Climbing the Alps; mountains so high, a drop shear;
Below the air, not but wind, as she embarked.
Her mind in the beaches of Spain white; now resigned.
Searching forever, not to discover, real truths in the wind,
Traversing, strong, full of vitality; healthy to the core.
Until her ankle, tottered over, with a sprain and scratches bled.
Relishing in the Netherlands, a peaceful place to learn.
Sleeping in, and delighted to pause; until scratches never bled.
Of Nova Scotia’s Atlantic ice cold waters clear,
She gazed on architecture as Europe’s in Quebec, and parks,
Of pristine nature, trees, and flowers; but nature’s blind,
To the tumult of thought occurring inside her; she’s on a tailspin —
To Australia’s Opera House in Canberra; heart sore–
Journeying in the Outback; most treacherous place led,
By tour guides; and journeying in Melbourne earned,
Photographs caught on Instagram; further travels led.
Down to the Dominican, all inclusive; drinking slush and beer,
Reacting as she roamed where Inca’s lived, Mexican landmarks,
Insider herself, she perceived a need to still her being, and find,
Her place in a multicultural earth; her home, she grinned —
Such knowledge absorbed; little she knew, remaining ashore.
Determining home, in the vast open prairies she once fled,
Traversing infinitely; it was a greed which no longer in her burned.
Home in her heart; she soars, a new trail found, where she before fled.
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