A Camino Poem

If I were to tell you something of my camino

you would nod and say uh huh,

as though you knew it.

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But my camino is a million sights and smells,

the cuckoos calling, a smile, a limp, mud,

sun, breezes, flowers and snails.

Rain. For hours.

Hanging my laundry on a wire line,

massaging my feet and knees,

listening to a story, a stamp in my book,

weeing in a paddock, tears, not being able to get off my bed.

So many flavours, touches and thoughts.

Singing, aloneness, headaches,

joy, a laugh, spirit.

Despair.

Skipping, cheese pudding.

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I cannot tell you it all,

so I cannot tell you anything.

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