Sitting by the road’s edge, I watch life go by.
I see men, women, old and young people,
companions on our journey, the pilgrimage
we have embarked on, since forgotten ages.
They carry in their faces their realities and, beyond,
I try to imagine what really lead them to move on,
but cannot be seen: their well-kept secrets and desires,
their high esteem, their own motto, their ego.
They are striving to be individuals,
rather than simply one more.
Sometimes I see even myself,
mixed in the crowd, perhaps a little lost,
but firmly believing to be on the walk too.
I feel we are all connected in an invisible web
and hope we will reach, each at their own time,
that promised and dreamed land,
where happiness dwells, milk and honey spill,
and evil never finds shelter.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 21, 2020
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©