Inspired in part by the saying that your soul can only travel as fast as you can walk.
For countless tens of centuries we stayed among our kin
Where we lived and died was usually the place that we were born in
Relocating by necessity and never on a whim
Every journey fraught with hunger, cold, and fear
Faster than the fastest cheetah
Higher than the highest tree
Straighter than the straightest homing pigeon
I am flying free
And I’m further in 6 hours
than what used to take 6 weeks
I hope my soul can still catch up with me
My father’s mother’s parents used to travel every June
Taking food and drink and picnic blankets for their meal at noon
In a day or so they’d reach the next state marveling “how soon!”
Is that tragically or gladly in the past?
Every day I ride a train 100 miles or more
Every year I climb aboard a plane and through the sky I soar
And I wonder as I punch the ticket and walk through the door
Am I living in a time that cannot last?
Does the distance that I’ve traveled
Exceed all combined before me
Would the speeds involved have terrified
and people would implore me
To slow down
Oh my God, why aren’t you on the ground?