No Destination Needed

The thing is, I want to walk.
Not to somewhere.
No destination needed, or even wanted.
Just walk. See. Feel.
Let it all, where ever I might be,
wash over me with it’s light and space,
color and lines.
I want to live there, simply doing what comes so hard,
feeling
myself.

About this poem

As I have aged, I have become a good wanderer. It is, I think, good for my soul. I should do more of it.

The picture was taken in Venice, Italy.

Tom