Treasure Island

Marites C. Cayetano

(Philippines)

Traveller


Traveller
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
What do you have in your pack?

Traveller
Who are you travelling with?
Who is your enemy?
Who is your ally?

Traveller
Are you not tired?
Are you not lonely?
Are you not giving up?

Traveller
Can you tell me
where the dangerous roads are?
Can you tell me
where the safe roads are?
Can you tell me
where the harvests are?
Can you tell me
where the springs are?

Traveller
Up to where
will you be travelling?
Untill when
will you be travelling?
For whom
are you travelling?

Traveller
Who are you? ...

Traveller
Will you take me...
with you?

Submitted: Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 07, 2012
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