Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, August 15, 2010


by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The day is crowded with birdsong
from the valley to the sea.
I follow the songs on my travels.
Walking alone, but not lonely.

The expansive sky smiles down on
me. A silhouette moon peeks
out. The songs bring me comfort.
I do not feel alone today.

I thank the world for the gift
of song. I would feel sad
without birdsong. I whistle my
approval. I walk along the shore.