He rolls like the
river,
always on the move.
I said,
“What are you afraid of, boy?”
He said,
“Nothing; I just can’t stay still.”
I said,
“They got meds for that.”
It’s in my bones, I gotta
keep going.
Knapsack …no sack,
don’t matter, just me and
those highways.
I said, well, it cost you everything;
your house, your wife,
don’t you want to settle
down sometimes?
Nope, he said, as he turned
his back and headed west
towards the desert.
His face to the sun.
I’ve known people like this. It’s like a hunger they can’t sate, always be moving & seeing & going new places. Almost like it’s spiritual for them. I know a guy who literally hops & trains & goes where it takes him. This one made me smile 😊
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Write on brother .. & always .. Neville 😎👍
Thank you, my friend.
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.
Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write, the story of the traveler. Appreciate you.
Damian
I admit to having a bit of that hobo spirit in me. If not for the dedication I feel toward loved ones, I might have been a wanderer. You capture the phenomenon well.
lol. Thanks, my friend.
I was once this boy. Always on the move. Never settling down. You have the quintessential poet’s gift of telling the story of your characters with deep understanding and empathy. This spoke to me deep down about years gone by.
John
Thanks, John.