Travellers

And so he embarks on another journey

Surrounded

By strange faces and aimless eyes only finding purpose when avoiding his intrigued gaze

He calls it people watching

An art needing mastering

Examining every crooked line on her face

And every overzealous gesture made by his hands

And every tender cough escaping from her enfant lips

And every exhausted twitch as the curtains struggle to shut over his eyes

A held gaze.

Not uncommon but rare

The estranged brothers share their silent stories as if unravelling their rucksacks for each to rummage through

A smile.

A mutual understanding of the wayward wandering

Of the rocky paths

Each yearning for a something awaiting their arrivals at the alluding destination

A replicated smile is offered back

As he packs his rucksack

Turns his gaze

Closes his eyes

And examines every invisible stone on the path that lies ahead.

Isaac Ouro-Gnao 

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