Sometimes we have a need for speed; I don’t deny.
But I’m a traveler and like to see the scenery
and stop to savor local foods and scents
and test my ear and tongue on new accents.
Can’t do that at impatient rates of haste
where overlooks and landmarks count as waste
and fast food fuels the race until the end
with no spare change of time or joy to spend
on unplanned discoveries, adventures found
in unknown cities and unfamiliar ground,
where each stranger is a friend I haven’t met
and each dawn a golden sun that hasn’t set.
The destination matters, but the way
of getting there must mean as much, I’d say.
Perhaps a journey has a thousand ends.
Are we there yet? Again and again.