Solvitur ambulando

Ahead is marked by cairns,
the path
meanders, crawls
beneath the bluffs, across
a frothing stream
over rocks while
step
by step
inside we meet
ourselves afresh.

Later, guided by
the breeze
our shadows follow
ridges diving into
valleys
never lost as we follow
a direction laid before.

We do not talk,
but listen
to our footfalls, heartbeat
breath and birds.
we watch the wind
and taste the scent of soil.

At break we gaze
at clouds
you point and say
“I see an elephant”
but I only see a pig
chasing a princess
but never tell.

At night
we listen to the sky,
our tent, the home we carry
hugs us gently
as we drift into a sleep.

We wake to rain
lashing, and in a hurry
we have to break
the camp and hurry onward
as we have miles
to go before we rest
and all is solved
by walking.

Today I host dVerse Open Link at dVerse.
You may link up any poem but if you want to do you can also write a poem to the optional mini-prompt, Solvitur Ambulandu – It is solved by walking.

September 12, 2024

42 responses to “Solvitur ambulando

  1. A wonderful ode to your most recent walk. So many miles, such beautiful countryside. Carrying one’s home on one’s back for so many days while traversing fields and valleys makes one realize how very little we really need to survive and thrive. And it is always made better when one is with a loved one!

  2. This is gorgeous! 💙 I especially admire this part;

    “We do not talk,
    but listen
    to our footfalls, heartbeat
    breath and birds.
    we watch the wind
    and taste the scent of soil.”

  3. I would love to walk more, Björn, but asthma and arthritis in my hips and ankles make it uncomfortable. My husband, however, is planning to walk Pedder’s Way in England. Your poem makes me long to join him. I love the way you evoke the landscape: the cairns, meandering path, stream and valleys, and the lines:

    ‘…listen
    to our footfalls, heartbeat
    breath and birds.
    We watch the wind
    and taste the scent of soil.’ Even though it’s only a short circuit, all is solved by walking round our village.

  4. Beautiful–I felt like I was there with you. I like the sights and sounds of nature and the inner reflection.

    I don’t know if it was intentional, but I thought of Robert Frost.

  5. A beautiful, if brief, account for such an epic walk –

    “I see an elephant”
    but I only see a pig
    chasing a princess
    but never tell.

    – discretion is the better part of valour, Björn…

  6. I love the imagery used here,I particularly liked the stanza

    “At night
    we listen to the sky,
    our tent, the home we carry
    hugs us gently
    as we drift into a sleep. “

  7. What an amazingly long walk you went on. It must have been very challenging! You poem images reflect the beauty of it all. A wet tent would have been soggy to pack up.

  8. Gorgeous poem, Bjorn. I am wildly impressed with the journey you and your wife had! I would be thrilled with one quarter the length. Can only imagine how beautiful all the sights … thank you so much for sharing!

  9. The poem is a wonderful celebration of your pilgrimage, but it was especially good to hear you explain some of the background and experience of it.

  10. step
    by step
    inside we meet
    ourselves afresh.

    Brilliant. Really enjoyed this very much, and it brings to life a (the) long trek..much harder to do than it appears.

    I see literary references, or perhaps it is just a poem that opens the mind to nature and the sky, or maybe it is just good writing — Frost of course, but also Gogol in the beginning (to paraphrase him: never take a straight path of you want to get somewhere quickly), Hemingway (the elephant) and possibly more. Sure, I may be reading too much into it but it makes the poem all the more of a delight to read, and this rare, beautiful optimism is a delight!

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