Your Pilgrimage

A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.

Of a sudden, should it start to rain,

let yourself get soaked.

An old friend, the rain.

One thing alone is beautiful: setting off.

The world’s too vast

to live in a single place,

or three or four.

Walk on and on

until the sun sets,

with your old accomplice,

shadow, late as ever.

If the day clouds over,

go on anyway

regardless.