I KNOW MY WAY
A minimalist traveler, her world is small , her feet trained to walk.
I saw her on my way back
as I prepared my journey back to my home.
A girl , a child still under the age of six.
She knew what she needed on her trip;
a backpack light enough for her to pull
merrily along the road,
so her back would not break under the load,
and a bottle she would easily pull out and drink
without having to stop clumsily
in the midst of strangers and get pushed around.
Perhaps it was a daily round from school to home,
and once again back from home to school.
It was not the road 'less traveled',
a humdrum road she everyday walked.
The resilience, the grace, the ease with which she
walks the route will be the legacy to carry when she grows.
It's the minimalist traveler who knows the secret of the travel and the roads.
I saw her on my way back
as I prepared my journey back to my home.
A girl , a child still under the age of six.
She knew what she needed on her trip;
a backpack light enough for her to pull
merrily along the road,
so her back would not break under the load,
and a bottle she would easily pull out and drink
without having to stop clumsily
in the midst of strangers and get pushed around.
Perhaps it was a daily round from school to home,
and once again back from home to school.
It was not the road 'less traveled',
a humdrum road she everyday walked.
The resilience, the grace, the ease with which she
walks the route will be the legacy to carry when she grows.
It's the minimalist traveler who knows the secret of the travel and the roads.
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