Chantal Simon

Traveling Light

Next place I go
I want to travel light.
No more leaden
pull of the heart,
no tearing need for the joy
of human love.
No sting when good
doesn’t boomerang,
when the offered hand
falls down – unmet.
No more impatient
feet on the path.

I live it all, love
and cry it all.
Face each wave
with soul.
So that maybe,
just maybe,
I will have learned
all my lessons in
this skin and heart.
No repeat required.

I will travel so light,
so bright as to feel
the fluffiness of clouds
the most delicate of wing,
and be the spirit feather
that will land at your foot,
in your hand,
as I leave yet another
body behind.


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