I have never seen
the fluffy snow,
the meandering rivers,
the undulating deserts,
the towering mountains,
the dark depths of the oceans,
the carnival of northern lights.
In short,
I haven’t yet
stepped out of my pond.
Some day I may.
But the walls they build –
they worry me.
What if, when I’m ready
the walls are way too high?
Remember,
I have never seen them.
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But when one is ready it does not matter how high the walls are.. They can be easily jumped over….
What if I am too old/weak by then?
How are you?
Thank you, Bikramjit!
Old is gold.
I am good. How are you doing
Fine. Vacation time…..
This made me smile wide when you said:
‘In short,
I haven’t yet
stepped out of my pond.’ 😀 I feel the same Bindu!! I haven’t seen most of those either, haven’t travelled anywhere significant for many years. Your feelings are totally understandable – excellent poem, it is a worrying thought as those walls build. So good to read a new one from a favourite lady!! 🙂
Glad that there are people like me out there. 🙂 But Suzy, if you have the chance to do it, just do it.
I have always wished to be a backpacker. But the incidents from around the world are horrifying and disheartening – what if the borders and the procedures become too rigid preventing people from travelling around? We should all step out before it is too late. The Himalayas are beckoning me! I should muster the courage to leave the comfort zone of my pond. 🙂 Thank you, dear!
Bindu, you are welcome to visit me in the USA any time! And if we come to a wall, no worries…I can almost always find a door or window to climb through! 😀
Oh! That’s so nice of you. 🙂 Thank you, Juila!