The weary traveler travels with a hope
to find something established or to see a place
and feel assurance in the amenable landscape.
He hopes to disarm that which abrogates
his wanderlust just long enough to rest it.
Rest assignates the weary man who sees
dark clouds ahead and a thick rain
obscuring the afternoon. Longing is a sign
of another desire he might wish to see
revealed: what prompted this town, what
limits this valley, what passions carried
the trail through here—whose eminence
should we address?
rdking