Overly concerned
with all the things
that stand between us
instead of commonalities
that could draw us close.
Then the wheels
touch down and
our hearts open
and dreams unfold.
It’s our right to
refuse a life
of frenzied compression,
to run away from
the blasé, overpriced tour
of Yelp’s top f*cking ten.
I want my boots
on the ground,
to wander a quiet street
until I can hear
its ghosts laugh and cry.
I want to feel
the souls of its people,
and savor the
love in its food.
So let the sun weave
its thin strands of light
through the branches
of those old elms
on your boulevards
until I feel dizzy and lost.
What I thought I knew
will be gnarled
and it will be dappled but
I promise I will be a better me
than when the wheels touched down
and you will be a better you,
bon voyage.
Eric Vance Walton
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About This Poem: It’s no secret how much I love travel and how valuable I feel it is. Travel, in purest sense, doesn’t just make you a more educated, more well-rounded person but it also makes for a healthier and more peaceful planet. I hope you enjoyed this!
