Trip’s end

Lazy as lizards
in wilting heat
we wait
The fans twirl
Time has shifted gears
as we descend:
Loud, hot, slow rumble
of our trip’s approaching end
Roads are shorter, returning —
Signs and sights less strange
And as we travel back, we see
how much we’ve changed
how much we’ve grown
how much we’ve done
So much experience
we’ve crammed
in this small span of time
Tomorrow we’ll arrive at home
We’ll sleep, and then unpack our clothes
Allow the normal tendrils once again
to wrap us in the patterns of our days
Much later, over weeks and months
We still will be unpacking
perspectives, images, connections, loves
new things to share, new family to be tracking
We still will be considering
how much there is to learn
And now will be imagining
our next return.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2012





One thought on “Trip’s end

  1. Beautiful poem! Yes, back at home, back on the wheel, preparing for the next show, my thoughts are bittersweet. It is a crossroad for our family, roads connecting and departing for points unknown. We will all meet again, of course, the weave will continue. “From heart to heart..”

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