The Confused Traveler


George A. Weymouth

The air was quiet

the sky was quiet

the birds were not singing

the wind clung to the trees and said, ” shhh “


” Can you hear it? ” my dog’s eyes asked me

” Can you feel it? ”  my cat purred

” What I asked? “

” The screams from the house down the road. ” they said.


” I do not not hear anything, “I said. ” I cannot feel anything”  I insisted

coming from the house down the road

that I have been moving towards on the same day, at the same moment

with my cat and my dog


since time fled from me and life left me

after we met that faceless traveler

on this road we will never reach the end of,

all of those years ago.


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