“You are a traveler at heart.
There will be many journeys.”
I cannot stay here
Or there
or anywhere
For the sake of convenience
or convention.
My heart has always known
About moss, and stones,
And I, unlike the geese, the salmon,
Have no place to go to,
No place that I call home.
Yet, we are travelers all,
on separate journeys
through the cosmos.
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of this excellent poem. You do write well. -gene.