The scale of the journey
is rarely ever the same
Sometimes it covers continents
Sometimes day and night
But mostly I simply travel
the corners of my mind
between multiple cups of coffee
At all times
the journey swallows the distance
Ever shrinking
the stretch between the known and the unknown
that which is felt but not fully understood
and all that doesn’t need
fixing
Settled momentarily in a pocket of silence
I write till the last light vanishes
The words fade
The world returns
a kaleidoscope