Pilgrimage

Ambling past our realities evanescent
Our pilgrimage of exult and wonderment.
Ticking off outposts in the boundless expanse
Rowing outward, wading within
Moulting out of identities
Breaking out of context cages.
We climb mountains, we tickle streams,
we wet our feet on foreign shores.
We become one and then the other
Gathering moments, crafting lores.

Awareness of this fissile present
Cognizance of the stoic tick tock clock
And foolish hope that we matter...

That's all we own on this voyage,
Our maiden irretrievable pilgrimage.

*Pic: En route - From Ghagharia to Valley of flowers