Monday, October 29, 2012

Two Travelers

Two Travelers

I am convinced that
there are two types of travelers.
There are those who embrace maps, with their
squirming blue forms of lakes
and the clustering splotches of cities.
These travelers find a sort of
security in the whispers from their atlases.
They crave comfort and a map’s false confidence
while ambling along an unfamiliar highway or road.

The other type of traveler is eternally lost,
though not trying to be found,
turning down whichever trail seems to beckon.
A honed sense of direction is not necessarily theirs,
but only a sense of self,
the confidence that way leads on to way,
that we will cross the paths we’re meant to.
The unfamiliarity of low-hanging branches
that darken a dirt road
do not alarm them, but seem as arms,
lonely as their own,
reaching down for some type
 of companionship.

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