THE TRAVELLER 2

I look behind from
This fastwagon
To see the roads
I have passed
They lay flat and bare
Like a woman ravished;
Like a book read.
I turned my head forward at once
Lest it be heard
That I looked back.
Even a moment of pause
Would frighten
The breath out of me
Let it not be heard a t all
Lest I rust and rot away
without a name.
 
The road is stretching
itself ahead of us
Pouring out at the horizon
Into eternity
And we are like strangers to travels.
Who would have thought
That by now
That my luggage have
suddenly doubled
I would not have
Finished this road?
 
The road is stretching out
Into eternity in the
distance
As if I have never traveled it.

Woman, sons, you must follow me
Keep on the move
There is not even the
slightest moment
To spare
We must be on the move
Learn never to stop.