Not Away, But Towards

You have always had a restlessness to you,
some strange hunger to see around the next curve,
to walk, drive, fly, sail…… somewhere, anywhere.
To see. To make sure you are just the slightest bit
uncomfortable,

forced, by your own wanderlust,
to never quite be sure of yourself
and do plunge forward anyway,

to learn a little each day,
to become close to comfortable
before walking, not away,
but towards.