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The Traveller

Written by Mark Martinez · 39 sec read >


You have known the taste of salt water,

and the smell of southern pine-tree forests,

and the cracks in a hundred sidewalks.

You have loved the gas pedal,

miles of train tracks, sailboats,

and the wings of planes crisscrossing

time zones.

In all of these places that you have traversed,

you thought you could find a home in not having one;

You asked me to come with you once, with letters

and postcards full of promises, and I once

wrote you a map on the back of a napkin

with a leaking ball point pen a waiter

left behind on the table.


I told you to follow the faded ribbons

of cerulean and crimson, you may

have chased the sun across the sky

a countless amount of times,

but I know you’re not ready to admit

you’ll never catch it.


So all I ask as I scribble the last few lines

of this poem is that when you take off again,

don’t forget to write when you think you’ve found

the place where the sun sets fire to the horizon.

Written by Mark Martinez
Graduate of VC and a current student at Pepperdine University in Malibu, CA. Profile
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