The Trip

By Geneviève Dallaire, June 22nd 1996.


Coast to coast
Atlantic to Pacific
Seated, travelling by the window side
Watching unknown landscapes
Coming before her eyes
No time to stop
No slight glance at the view

One goal to concentrate on
One destination
No turning back
Her own destiny's rendez-vous with fate

The slow rocking of her seat
Falling asleep, uncomfortably weak
No reason for opened eyes
All going too fast at a slow speed

One more hour to go
Time to think, analyze and fear
Suddenly shocked by reality
Finally not dreaming her life away

Hourglass
What a brilliant word !
Seconds as fragile as cristal
Endless minutes of unwanted solitude.

Heart rate's ups and downs
Olympic Games of emotions
She wishes for a miracle
Open air, bodies' meeting
Liberty found through unity

Taking that first step
Soul in an anxiety
Wishing to run faster.
100 m sprint,
Illegal hurdles placed on the way
Obstacles set by reason
Hoping to remain standing
Finishing the run
Arriving second.

End of a wired journey
Pathways meeting
Dreams coming true
Familiar stranger smiling back at her.

Eyes met
Tears were shared
Skins were touched
Lips were blessed

Nothing in vain, all done properly
All meaningful, the truth of a loving heart.
As you were there, tenderly waiting
An 18-year-old soul was pleased.

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