And So, He Goes
(for our traveling friend, George)
Can there be
any better place
than just around the bend?
Goodbye once again
His car crammed with stuff,
fairly brimming with
all the absolute necessities
plus a few luxuries- an old quilt
to nestle in, dreamgazing
Sojourning toward Someday
Will it end, this road,
this exquisite journey?
Or will he fall
Touch down softly
where peace and love are waiting?
Where he feels
alive, vital at last
At present, tense – but future…
Don’t give up on
these outrageous dreams
of belonging somewhere as unique as you are
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Three Word Wednesday (Fall, Absolute, Nestle), and posted at The Poetry Pantry, Poets United.
Our friend George (buddy since high school) has been traveling for so long, it’s almost a game, like Where’s Waldo? Where in the World is George Sandiego? He’s on the type of quest we all dream of making, once we’re of an age and a mindset to understand the meaning of the Taj Mahal while standing in front of it. He’s taking his time, keeping in touch, and Lex and I pray for him always, as he figures out this grand scheme, this labyrinth of possibility we blithely refer to as Life.
September 21, 2012 at 2:58 am
I loved that ending , Amy! So glad George has you for a friend!
September 21, 2012 at 5:24 am
September 21, 2012 at 5:36 am
May we all “touch down softly / where peace and love are waiting.” I also like the clever sixth stanza: “present, tense–but future.” Great work throughout!
September 21, 2012 at 5:51 am
Passin thru, it’s what we do, touchstoning, never owning, friendships are the true trips♫♪
September 21, 2012 at 6:49 am
Amy, thank you for your wonderful comments on my blog-delighted to have found another bond with you:-) wanderlust has always baffled me, I’m a roots kind of person. We all have to find our way. Love and prayers to George.
September 21, 2012 at 7:03 am
You used your three words well! George should be happy too.
September 21, 2012 at 8:26 am
Wow. Printed this one out.
September 21, 2012 at 8:36 am
George is certainly enjoying life to the fullest. One envies the freedom that he enjoys. Nicely Amy!
September 21, 2012 at 9:34 am
love the word dreamgazing – we need this word
Sherry Blue Sky
September 21, 2012 at 10:49 am
Oh I love this poem – and dream about the kind of journey he is making, lucky man! Beautiful, Amy.
September 21, 2012 at 1:01 pm
In this case to fall seems like a fitting and positive end to a life of adventuring..I admire the courage it must take to not belong in a fixed place..jae
September 23, 2012 at 3:57 pm
After reading your verses I feel like kicking off these carpet slippers and joining him before the Taj..
September 23, 2012 at 9:53 pm
I know the journey of self-discovery is never all fun and easy…but somehow his particular path sounds so free…I’m in awe of people like George…
September 23, 2012 at 10:26 pm
To have a friend like George is a gift. Some vicarious travel and appreciation for a life we would not choose, but love to hear about. Lucky you , Lex… and George
September 24, 2012 at 12:35 am
This poem could almost be a portrait of my son who is currently biking the Andes in South America. He won’t be returning home to Australia till Christmas!
September 24, 2012 at 6:50 am
What a nice homage to your friend. Love the ending.
September 24, 2012 at 6:51 am
“At present, tense – but future…”
A grammar wink…well played.
I move a lot. I’m that friend. Also, that line about belonging…it made me wonder: Do we belong to places or do places belong to us?
September 24, 2012 at 11:42 am
Rosemary Nissen-Wade (@SnakyPoet)
September 24, 2012 at 4:06 pm
Love poem and also your background story. 🙂
September 25, 2012 at 11:58 am
too true you should never give up on that dream
September 26, 2012 at 8:16 pm
Why not spend your life traveling? Each of us has a chance in making the right decision, who knows his might be spot on.