The Traveler

I heard the calling crowd
That said to leave my earthly goods,
Sell my plot of land,
And travel ‘round the world.
So I did.
 
I scaled majestic mountains,
Viewed waterfalls and villas,
Gazed upon the ocean’s dazzling foam,
Dipped feet in dusty Delhi streets,
Set taste buds tingling in Tacotalpa,
Heard the Okavango
Cry for rain.
 
And I was full.
Full and overflowing
With the sights and sounds and smells
Of a thousand different places
Flung across this azure globe.
 
But it was as I sought for sleep
On some blue Bahama beach
That I heard my soul
Keep whispering to me—
Vainly whispering to my heart
That, though traveling is a lark,
There is something to be said

 For having

A place one can return to

That's called home.