Travel

Travel

My hands reach out to grasp your hand.
The plane in grace escapes the ground.
We will finally understand,

flying to a distant land
to discover truth,  profound.
We will finally understand.

Oceans, rivers, desert sand—
something lost we have found.
My hands reach out to grasp your hand.

You are here at my command—
adventures you had never planned—
my hands reach out to grasp your hand.

What short lives can still demand—
freedom, all the chains unbound—
you will finally understand.

The meanings in the poem stand
in the structure, in the sound.
My hands reach out to grasp a hand.
I will finally understand.