Wanderlust
POETRY : Sometimes a place I've never been to beckons me. 100 word poetry inspired by The Fiction Dealer.
Woke up one day to an itch that wouldn't go away. I found myself staring, looking around for something that couldn't be found. So I got up and changed and just up and went. Where to? I hardly knew. My feet did the talking, deciding where, while my mind's blissfully unaware. My eyes took in scenes whatever they may be. I breathed in the smell of life all around me. My fingers tapped that invisible hum. My ears listened and drowned the inner sounds. Like a specter among the crowds gathered, I walk on towards places I'll come to know.
Author’s note:
I haven’t traveled that many long distances but I like hiking and wandering about. What about you?
Inspired by Miguel S. for his prompt Wanderlust. Do check his post
Plane, train, car , feet do the walking. Toes dig in sand on tropical land kissed by the last rays of the sun. I feel them calling. Yet return the wanderlust fades and home sweet home I return to graze like the cow that knows the barn and where the milk is squeezed into a pail. I am content to remain to my dying days. But the travels have to be sorted out. Maybe next week.