The cobblestones
worn smooth
over centuries
of travel
Prove
even my light steps
are not incidental
Even my solitary passage
does not go unnoticed
I reach the crumbled citadel
Once the proud tower
of the Marquis de Sade
Was this my destination?
to stand atop this pinnacle
to behold the ruins
of compulsive madness?
No, This was only a coincidence
as arbitrary
as choosing
the caf I was at
My journey
led me up the hill
and now it leads me
back down
This is not my village
But the day was mine
as this moment
on the terrace
is mine
as the goat bells
and the barking dog
and shimmering sea
are mine
This journey moves on
into uncertainty
as it began
I will arrive
Not in a place
but in a moment
a moment
as unexplored
as those distant
blue mountains
A moment
as foreign
as any land
And in that moment
does the journey
end
or begin again?
I bring with me
The wind
scented with myrtle
The taste
of fresh pastries
The sounds
from a valley far below
In this Journey
I am the destination
