Regarding The Travails Of Travel Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Here I am, a stranger in a foreign land. Yet, like a wound that heals, my heart of commonplace worry feels the sparrow will fly again, even now as it is understandably missing, for the heavy rain approaching shall soon silo this soon to be isolated world.

But this is a world of such undeniable wonder. Hope is like universal thunder. And I see You, the drifter. You manage a smile. Even here heaven is a place ever happening. Under same awning, we take cover together, and admire the store's window and all the bicycles within.



Published by FIVE: 2: ONE,2018