FOR THE TRAVELLER
(John O Donoghue)
Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in
When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
When you travel,
A new silence
