The Traveler

Lesmes Caseres

A traveler forgotten

Unwelcomed and unexpected

Whether worn or untrodden

All roads end connected

To an ego-id collision

Records kept of what was said

He dines with his decisions 

All positioned at the head

A visit from the past

The baggage of a troubled man

A spirit filled flask

Tucked inside a duffle bag

He masters misdirection

Complicates his path

He saddles a suggestion 

Without a compass or a map

At a dusky, withered inn

Like a dream he’s seen before

He abruptly slithers in

Through a weakened, creaking door

Pay the traveler no attention

Hat lowered and rifle raised

He beckons! Beckons! Beckons! 

But silence sends him on his way