Camino

Santiago de Compostela
torn out of a magazine
tacked on the wall to the right of
my desk.

Birds singing in my ear
outside a newly opened window,
thank you October.

Someday I will walk
the pilgrims way
scallop shell on my backpack,
freedom in my heart.

But today it’s interviews
and 12 point font.

I can see the cathedral
to my right,

hear the birds to my left.

My future singing to me
patiently

comfy like a cradle
rocking me along.

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