The Walk

Under a Cyprus tree,

blisters on my feet,

soreness fills my senses

The last few rays of the sun soothe my brow

The bark carves landscapes on my skin

Eyelids ache to close

The wonders and sights

this Elder must have witnessed

during its prolonged guard duty

filled with farmers and soldiers,

beggars and kings

all equal under its shade

What lies beyond the next hill

doesn't even matter

The gravel under these boots

unites wanderers,

nomads and adventurers

across all times and places

Tired smiles greet me

under star-filled eyes

as we trek on this unending trail together

Our history travels with us

and we share it with strangers

turned to friends by the road ahead

Breathe in, breathe out,

breathe in, breathe out

one step, then another, and another

the destination has no meaning

There is nothing but the walk

and to walk is to heal