Travelling....

That was the prompt today. A travel poem... The older I get, the less I like the travelling part of travelling. I like cruising well enough - a nice road trip with music and good scenery. Anything more than that - especially if it involves the humiliation of airport travel - and I just want to get to where ever I am going and never get on the plane again. This poem is about that, and the relief that comes with arriving:

Dublin 2016

Centennial of the Easter Rising

I’ve so long been travelling-

Purgatorial timelessness,

Displaced and moorless-

Through hermetical airports,

In pressure-locked cabins,

Efficient and airless,

Purposefully comfortless,

With weather only

a thing through the glass,

That this touch of wildness,

This smell of sweetness:

The sea-smell borne

on the wind, in the rain-

Cuts to the heart of me,

Quickens and blesses –

Balm to my weariness:

I am an exile, returning to home.