A Poem a Day (708): Pilgrims

 
Pilgrims
 
Stranger in a stranger land,
shapeless forms on shifting sands,
 
the awake and ever-searching self,
a walk without an end in sight.
 
We leave our bags at the airport,
abandon our shoes in the ocean,
 
fly a kite only to see where it takes us,
pursue our wanderings into tomorrow.
 
We set sail and hope never to return,
wish away our whole life on a maybe,
 
rock the times just to stay true to our souls,
dig deep inside to find the thing to live for.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 2, 2025