Fernweh
(fairn-vay)
When
my friends greet me,
they’ve
stopped asking, “How are you?”
instead
they ask, “Where next?”
Where
Next? Alaska.
I’m always
nervous about
jumping
through airport hoops.
But
despite the delays,
the missed
flights and even airport overnights,
I’m
always eager to do it again.
I’m
not sure what drives me.
It’s
like the strange longing people have
to be
parents and raise children.
Despite
the pain, all manners of cost,
the
worry, the runny noses, the demands,
people
will always be driven to populate the earth.
It’s unexplainable
this fernweh,
this
ache for distant and unknown places,
the desire
to board boat, plane, train or car.
But as
long as this desire and ability exists,
I will
run, fly, ride, drive with it,
and take
in this amazing world.
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