The Meditation Of Travel

Poetry

By Yehoshua November

Published December 16, 2009, issue of December 25, 2009.

To warm ourselves before a stove

in a foreign province,

to rise early,

the wayfarer’s prayer

on our tongues,

to watch fish blaze through shallow streams

and think of home,

to shift our load from one shoulder to the next

and be reminded of the faces

of lovers that failed us

ages ago.

All these form the meditation of travel,

all these are not unlike carrying a cello

through a winter night,

the dark wood rotting

in the snow.

Yehoshua November’s work has appeared in The Sun, Provincetown Arts, Margie, and Prairie Schooner, and was selected as a finalist for the 2009 Autumn House Poetry Prize.



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