Travellers

Planes committed to time frames flew on…
Travellers hurried by him without a glance…
And I searched for an old man
Waiting to be known…
By someone…

I yearned to love this man…

But what did I know of an island…
Far far south…
Where he lived and dreamed…

Did he spend his childhood there…
Swimming mountain streams…
Or as a teenager
Trekking the wild Overland trail…
And I wonder if he kept a secret stash of marbles in his pocket…
Waiting for any game of chance…

Perhaps his island life was broken by the war…
Perhaps I should not ask…

And then…did he love…
I so hope he felt the touch of a woman’s love…

But that was then…
And this is his now…

An unknown place…far from his home…
The air is steamy…over-heated…as I am…
Panicking…
Longing to find an old wandering man…
I only know as…

My uncle…