I have stories strapped to my back
Lugging memories around
Leather gifts from my brother
Camping trips, lost loves, painful crossings
Adventures in forest and sea, over big land
I’m not always a happy wanderer,
shedding attachments as I roam
I step onto a threshold
I’m travelling more lightly now
But will it be enough to venture, unencumbered into the new?
A gentle rabbit guide beckons in the mist
I lay down my pack of fear and hop lightly upon it
Down, down, down through the portal I go
Singing that old travellers song
Free verse. Based on Knapsacks.