Travelers. We are all travelers, every now or then, all

gypsies speaking a strange tongue.

to someone.

Moving at separate speeds, some standing still, but always anticipating

the next expedition. To the store, to the pool.

To Disney Land? Maybe the shopping mall.

To Cleveland. Maybe London.

Maybe Rome.

Oh, how we love to travel! Whether we be

shopping or sightseeing,

touring Savannah, backpacking in the Adirondacks, or trotting around the globe.

if TRAVELER = PILGRIM

No holy destination’s needed for the open road to be a pilgrimage.

Behind a steering wheel, on a boat, on a skateboard, on a bike

We commune with our souls as we hurtle forward

into the void.

Travel’s a place where time zones collide. Inescapably present,

travel anticipates future.

It’s where tenses collide.

if MIGRANT = TRAVELER

We are all travelers.

We are all gypsies.

We are all migrants.

“We are all migrants through time.” (Mohsin Hamid, Exit West.)