Dear traveler,
we wandered together,
we wandered apart,
we roamed familiar worlds,
we detoured alone.
I can barely describe
my fatigue, my fog,
sensation of the crowd.
bombarded by the singular
I sleep, I awaken,
puzzled and perplexed
by words, by design,
by god, by the devil.
now I forget am I at my 22nd detour
or is it my 21st,
losing count, tomorrow
is not another day,
nor will I speak about this
with others, yet do not forget.
sincerely, your strange companion,
your verbal friend, it is I.
I really enjoyed the theme of `Dear Traveler. I loved the concept of the letter. It had traditional elements of alliteration…puzzled and perplexed, contrasts and more. I loved this! Well done!
This is such a highly personal poem – just as the journey is a personal one. You give a real sense of the length of road travelled – and also of the sense of isolation within that journey. I understand the references within this apply to the marathon itself, but they function on a deeper level too – and that brings a sense of real resonance to the work. Love it!