Unjournied

A ticket no longer means a trip
a plan no longer means an event
 A calendar no longer details a date
 a restaurant no longer feels inviting
 A movie theatre no longer offers a blockbuster
 a gallery no longer calls me in
A dining room no longer set for guests
 the odometer no longer speaks
the language of distance

I travel valleys, flower scented with possibilities beauty 
over hills and discover more hills,
some transformed into mountains of impossible passage
 swim across clear blue waters and swamps,
 cycle against headwinds into dreams

 gloria fern August 2020