A Traveller's Regret

The traveller’s regrets He has been a sailor all his life, a traveller trying to find the boy he left behind, the haste to become an adult an Autumnal leaf falls into the stream follow its course but sometimes, there is a tiny inlet where it gets stuck with other debris before getting loose again and drifting to where the stream meets a river that ends in the sea where mighty rivers add nothing but mudbanks that are full of nutrients and attract edible snappers. Often, he senses the world ache of the futility of life to stop for a little while for inaudible contemplation not to hunger for what he cannot acquire, the ease of a life well lived. He thinks the boy will know, who has lived long enough not to chase rainbows, a fleur-de-lys is but pretty and disappears from view in a dreamy haze. Perhaps it was the voyage that mattered and not how it ends.