A Traveler’s Journey (A Visit to the Quarai Mission Ruins)

I am a traveler


In a place beyond time


I speak the language of stone


And adobe,


Listen to the echoes of history


In roofless, melted walls





This is my journey





I am a traveler,


An earthbound melting misfit


Whispering in the language


Of leaves and lizards,


Of rustling cottonwood leaves,


Taking pictures with my mind





This


Is my journey





I am a traveler


Just passing through


On my way to somewhere,


Always on my way – on my way to


Else-where, to else-when, to else-wise


Even so, I tarry here





This is


My journey





I am a traveler,


A stranger from


Time beyond


To long ago


In this ghost-filled home


Of peace and contravening conflict





This is my


Journey





I am a traveler


Who sits cross-legged on the earth,


Alone with the ancients


Alone amongst shadows and sunshine,


Silence and grace


My heart and soul cry out in echo





This is my journey