A child of eternal journeys

Man, you travelled through time
from here to there
and your horizons cut into your trunk
and through your dry branches
only the night wind blows.

Man, you travelled through time
from there to here,
and your tree intersected your travels
and bore the fruit of eternal journeys. Now from the dormant seed
of your journeys in others
and other’s journeys in you,
a child of eternal journeys grows,
while the trunks of the old are cracking
at the seams of their own singularity.