Day four of the Poem-A-Day-For-A-Week-Or-So project and a bit of a rush, today, as I’ve been assembling a shed (as you do). Another one, therefore, which will benefit from a revision when I have more time.
In Tripoli I made a vow to travel light, my eyes wide open,
Travel all the time I could, to take my chances when they happened,
Planned to seek out strange new places, take some risks see new horizons,
One thing alone I wanted now, the promise of the unexplored.
And I remember where I was, the time of day, the type of weather,
Early morning, early March, this was a time of change for me,
A time for taking big decisions, time to turn my life around,
Time to leave things in the past, the time to turn another page.
At the time I made that vow, I yearned to go along the Silk Road,
Travelling any way I could, and though that sadly never happened,
Other projects came and went, journeys all filled with adventure,
Baking deserts, frozen mountains, close to home and far away.
I knew the world would not be kind, it would not make my journeys easy,
Whatever it might offer me, I’d leave myself completely open,
Embrace the rain, embrace the wind, embrace the temple and the hillside.
This was my private pact with life and to this day I’ve not yet finished.