Mugo Muriithi Poet Free verse

The Traveler

There yonder lay the seemly miniature town.

My mind had first to offload its anticipations,
the mental pictures I had long labored
in vain to piece together.
The image had always been incomplete
without the first sight.

Now there was another burden to bear:
the opposing forms of affection
that demanded reconciliation.
I wrestled with solidity and vagueness,
and together they shaped the culture.

I stood there like a pedestal,
motionless.
The compass had missed its pole,
demanding an overhaul.

I had to assemble the scattered events
of childhood and manhood.
Yet I suppose childhood
claimed the day for itself.

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