Portkey

For three hundred and sixty five days,

I have travelled along many places.

I paid none for plane, nor for ship

Just a handful of time for this trip.

 

Every page is a memory –

Every word is a possibility

For this story is my own adventure

An adventure he shared to me, and I to you

 

Please do remember this,

Every library is an airport –

Every book is a ticket; and

Every chapter is a destination

 

Maybe my own Old Man of Wandering Mountain

                Writes everything that has happened

Who knows what an unexpected journey must I join next?

d.b