Thrills, feels and spills. The weekend #poetry and prose

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Round the world I long to go
To see what you have seen
To touch what you have touched
Yet here I am
The world around me
Waiting…

Last weekend I took a trip to the countryside; into the Savannah…

I am here but also there
In a dream, yet cradling a wish
Lost in another’s world
Until I am lost in mine

We took a walk in the wilderness, I got distracted, I lost myself, and my guides…

I eventually found the guides by roughly following in the last direction I’d seen them; just barely glimpsing them before I could decide to retrace my steps.

An arch is a threshold
A gateway from one thing to another
A…