Travel

[eruditionfish]

I
The cold, barren landscape
of a Scottish Friday morning
rolls past
as I begin my journey.
The roads are motionless.
The open fields, from which
all manner of good things are grown,
sprouting from seeds in the fertile soil
into an abundance of colour, taste and scent,
lie frozen and empty.
The winter night
grinds everything
to a halt.

II
A rush of action! People
everywhere, scurrying
back and forth, all around me;
The city wakes.
The frozen ground begins to thaw,
revealing deep greens and earthy browns
hidden under the blanket of grey.
A twittering bird is soon followed
by many others of all kinds,
and the world is brand new:
a rebirth of high spirits,
joy and life as I
make my way onwards
to you.

III
I gaze out, and see the world;
oceans, continents and the skies above
lie all together, calm,
interwoven below me.
I am on top of the world, but
my mind
reaches out,
beyond the distant horizon,
to where I belong:
My destination,
My home.