how was your trip?

when a journey ends
and good friends
ask
how was it?
was it good?

and you feel you should
gush and glow
and show
what you’ve learnt
what you’ve seen
how you went
where you’ve been

but nothing comes
you are empty
of answers
inside there’s a peaceful space
where all the stories
have passed through
and left no trace

but that cannot be!
no evidence?
nothing to show?
just tell us what you know

i am light
and strong
and when i lie down
i feel alright
but something is wrong

is it something
or just everything?

i’m not sure
but before much longer
the answer will come
from the stillness
from the earth

it will be
where i’ve come from
it will be where i’m going
and in between
will be the knowing