Travel Gods

I wonder what the Gods would think of all this waiting

Greeting is so human

People traveling have their own Gods
Time
Place
Baggage

As though the Earth weren't good enough
We jostle around
To make meaning

Imagine the trajectories of all the people
Over the whole of time
Crisscrossing the Earth like a crazy rubberband ball

We travel further these days
Yet most return

Ah the joyous anticipation
Because who knows where we have been
Where we will go

This moment of coming together