I know it’s time to travel again!
Some unreasonable reasons — a short poem
I know it’s time to travel again —
Strolling my suitcase through the narrow lanes,
I am rooting for the scorching Sun
and my soul for an alchemy unknown.
I know it is time to travel again —
My lungs are craving new air
and my hands need to touch the new old sand.
Each time I walk back home,
my eyes are lost in the known terrain.
The strangers on the pavement are waiting for the small talk
and the candle shop has way too much stock,
no sugar in the water, is it bland?
I need a meal in some unknown land!
I know it is time to travel again —
My heart is jade and my shoes are clean,
my steps are moving with a rhythm ‘extreme’
I am craving the joy the ocean brings,
water over my head with grip on my feet.
Like a magician — I will fold the ‘time’
not as a thief or one in debt, but like it is mine.
Yet my thoughts will no more be my own,
I will mix them up with
unknown faces and unknown gnomes.
