I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 April 2014

The Traveller

On the voyage
he falls asleep
and dreams of nothing.

The windows are dark;
they might be traversing 
land or ocean.

His mind reminds him
it is really empty space out there
but he can't fathom it.

It does not seem to be a mistake
when he is woken and told
they are flying toward the sun.

He wanted to prove
something ... he's uncertain what,
but this would surely serve.

To go out in the proverbial
blaze of glory ...
but they veer, pass unharmed, and go on.


April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 2: a voyage poem

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