A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
To travel without hurry
And to value the process
As much as the destination –
The ride
As valuable as the place.
This is a rare method
That I find available
Only with
The luxuriously slow nostalgia
Of trains.
Maybe ships.
But who wants to cram in a plane,
When they can wander cars,
Breathe fresh air,
And experience the adventure rather than just anticipate it?