A spade and a bucket,
togs and no worries.
Once I was so young,
close or far from the sea.
A travelling heart,
genetically programmed.
Longing for the journey,
dreaming of many lands.
A chance to take a journey,
you tell me you won’t come.
Hoping you would come,
knowing it feels right to go.
Travelling near and far,
many roads and white lines.
A haiku a day for life,
a haiku a day to feel your love.
Sounds of different lands,
the sounds connect memory.
We saw snow-covered peaks,
salty warm seas of aquamarine.
Rainforests with bitey beasts,
and deserts so hot, breathless.
A call from you is a gift,
hoping to see you again soon.
A way of saying you’ve had enough
of my hodophile heart.
Longing for a love we don’t share,
a love I could not see.
I said love is an eternal thing,
you said, ‘come home and be with me’.
I said, ‘I know, love, yet we are worth
the misunderstandings.
I said, ‘only if you promise to come with
me on a journey’.
You said, ‘I don’t understand you, yet…’
C & K 