Map (Notevember 2023, #5)

The wind must be strong
For all it carries:
Our bodies
Our cries
Our hopes
The call of some distant home away from home
The wind is friend and foe
Violent storm and gentle caress
Updraft and plummeting turbulence
 
The journey is long
And we are all tired, so tired
But we are many
And your voices carry me as much as the breeze does
Who would manage on their own? Not I
Finding my way across the world
Without companions to tell me “soon!”
Laughing at the sheer madness of our collective undertaking
“Where are we going?” is not the question to ask
But “with whom?”
 
We are not escaping from
Rather, escaping to
No dull push to old haunts
But a joyous rush to new possibilities
And along the way we become…
White specks in the sky mirroring the white ridges on the sea
Loud companions defying the lonely silence
Travelers with tidings of change for those who are ever the same
 
For a time, we will stay
And in time, we return
So we turn turn turn
With the world
With the wind
With certainty:
The journey is not the goal
Never was
But the next journey just might be