Traveling

It’s strange to be on the road

Not sure where you will sleep

Or if you will get a shower

Who knows who you’ll meet

Who knows what you’ll eat

But you find the next place

And pose for your snaps

Amongst ruins and castles

You imagine the battles

And the prison chain rattles

You point at the menus

Sending up a small prayer

Not sure what you’re eating

But you chew and you smile

At the red and brown piles

Sharing stories with strangers

In pantomimed prose

You connect for a second

But then travel along

To find the next person

And mime the next song

It’s lovely to be on the road

With so many stories untold