The Travelers

Travelers do not have
The luxury
To be tired.
We do not have the
Option to
Keep to ourselves.
The wanders
Do not see borders
They see roads
And paths
They see that there
Is always a way to go.
We become our surroundings
We adapt to a lauguage
We do not know
We are not afraid
To speak
To listen
To learn
The traveler is never
Alone or lost
They are not afraid
To miss a bus
Or take a different route
There is always another
Way another opportunity
We are the community
Of blistered feet
Jet lagged eyes
Kind smiles
Last minutes
Backpacks
And no fear.
The travelers do not
Have the luxury
Of assumption.