Walking along the road I saw
A crone in babushka gathering sticks
"What will you do with these?" I asked.
"Build a bridge," she replied.
"And where will it take you?"
"I will never cross it, but others may."
I came upon a man sitting by a tree.
"What are you looking at?"
"I see a weakness and a flaw."
"Oh, how can I become strong, healthy?"
"I only look for flaws in me,
for those are the only ones I can repair."
I found a man asleep in a field
He woke as I walked by.
"Were you dreaming?" I asked.
"Yes, I come here to dream.
They teach me songs that
I may later sing."
Hungry, I stopped at an inn.
A couple dined at a nearby table.
I heard her say, "Sharing food
with you is a daily joy in the garden
of our love."
I thought of these things as I walked on.
I was on a journey of myself and as I walked
I knew I was my own destination.
© Gay Reiser Cannon