The Traveller

I stand blinking
In the light, the
Countryside is flat
And  wide, filled with
So much  space I don't
Know  which  way to turn
First: right, or left, or
Simply  straight ahead to
Meet  my horizon head-on.

I am  happy
For  the first time: 1 have
Flame burning  in my bone,
I am  amazed, I feel I can
Fly to this new
Destination that awaits

So I bend  and flex
To this pull and
Lurch of choice, of
Freedom  triggering my
Mind, it smiles at me, the
Sparking flint the
Focus of intent.

I am  in the very
Gut  of the thing:
Splintering: and this
Process of digestion is
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