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Scrittura 2nd Saturday Prompt: Travel Story

Amy Jasek
Scrittura
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1 min readJan 14, 2025

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Medium format film photograph by author

Traveling that first year, heavy-laden
escaping west without much of a plan
old skins shed, everything behind
dead and buried, wept-for
the road a portal for grief
we drove into light and magic
with cut-out cowboys pointing the way

Arriving with kismet
perched on our shoulders
and gifted with a sign from the sky:
a festival for the conspiratorial unknown
and that first night
hearing coyotes singing
across the water of bottomless lakes
fellow travelers tracing dizzy paths
through the darkness with headlights
searching for a place to land

Waking the next morning reborn
in a new skin, polished with desert light
ready to continue forward
into a greater unknown

This poem is in response to Paroma Sen’s prompt and wonderful piece: please take a look below

I am grateful for the prompt since I need some kick-starting back into writing after the holidays! Here I am reliving a memory of travel that was prompted by something difficult but remains as a luminous time of grace. Thank you for reading!

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