A Journey Poem by priscah Mutswenje

A journey starts in the mind.
We visualize and plan to find.
Then comes the hectic search.
For a venue and menu to match.
The longings,

It is a dream that must pass.
It is a wish whose sense stands.
Waiting for courage and entourage.
Seeking the soliciting traveler to age.

And when the opportune moment comes. Just when the silent appears the times. You hit the road and cough a word.
You cease to miss and hold a card.
It is either here or there
Is it fit to see or hear
Maybe it is time to experience
It's time to live far from the fence