Travellers

We are like Freedom Riders on the bus to D.C.;

We are strangers on a Death Train to the Camps or the Kindertransport leaving home.

We are shipmates on the Mayflower, the Titanic, or Lusitania;

Flight crew near the Bermuda Triangle or aiming at the Moon.

Our directions are not under our control; our final bearings have been given to the Winds of Change, and our destinations are unknown. 

We travel together around the Sun, chased by Comets, Constellations, and the Moon;

Some may enjoy the trip in first class, some go as ballast, and some as crew,
but we all have no exit.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 11 November 2023