A long walk across the country side
Silently watching –
Old men with red capes, fighting imaginary bulls
Trees with long branches, ripened figs falling to the ground
A gypsy celebration, dancing as a crowd claps in unison
Small piles of ash along the roadside, a man on his knees reciting a prayer
Quietly listening –
Echoes bouncing off courtyard walls, left behind by anonymous strangers
A mother’s soft lullaby that crossed paths with the wind
Wheat fields harmonizing, following instructions from the breeze
My father’s voice in my head, recalling conversations when I was young
At journey’s end
Releasing burdens from the past
Replaced with scenes of a long walk
New found meaning from sights and sounds
Content to return home