The Journey Man Poem by andy houlihan

I cannot see the sky
The azure
The horizon

I've no point of reference
There is no true North

But I can feel the sun on my skin
and the wind on my face
so i know that i am here

The heart in my chest
pounds like a drum -
I listen.

Slowly, I begin to walk to its rythum.

One flailing step leads to another
and after some time counting
I reach one hundred.

I sit and feel the journey in my feet
The ache imparts a simple truth.

That the only way to walk is forward.
And that the only true path to follow is your heart.