Pilgrimage
That night, I put
away my belongings,
Unlocked the doors to
my existence,
Carefully folded up
the walls and roof of my life,
And carrying only a
bundle of clothes
On my back, I set
myself free.
My way lay over the
far horizon
Every step a step
into the unknown
Fired by wind and
water and birdsong
And laughter, kind
hearts and wisdom
Of those I passed
among.
The landscape spread
before me like an ocean
That I could take my
voyage upon,
I climbed big waves
like hills and mountains
Trod small ripples
like rocks and stones
That nestled in pools
of green and gold.
The land I travelled
gave me of itself.
Rugged as the rocks
and tall as the peaks,
With eagle's eye I
saw my life
What passed for my
life, furtive and dark
Hiding among my
worldly cares.
And so I reached my final destination
Santiago, where the
mythic saint washed up.
My staff I leant
against a wall and with fine food
Good wine and
celebrations I laid my head to rest.
But still the road
sang to my heart
The song of lovers
torn apart.
