Waiting for the Great Geyser to hurl the boiling water,
they bend and gape in the cool tense air.
Counting second by second, they are expecting amazement,
of the violence of nature.
Eruption, and exclamation.
Beside ‘witnessing something majestic’,
they can proudly put a tick.
Imagine lying on the Salar De Uyuni in Bolivia,
the world’s largest mirror made of crystal,
You are stunned by the spectacular reflection.
I wonder what’s behind the astonishment though.
Beside ‘seeing a true reflection of yourself’
Can you proudly put a tick?
(2010)
This poem was inspired by Questions of Travel when I started contemplating the true meaning of travelling.
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