poetry

If the destination wasn’t the point

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

then maybe the clichés,
the tropes,
the platitudes,
were true
and it really was the journey
and every road
every fork
every path
not taken,
mattered,
as much or more
than the ones
that passed beneath my feet,
dusty, gravelly,
well-trod,
and worn,
even though
some of them
led to beautiful places,
because tourists
sometimes get it right,
and I have sometimes
been a tourist
in my own life…