Walking the Camino


It is a gruelling journey
you push past all limits
you tire so often every day
your fears are pushed to the shadows
the exhaustion takes away the doubts

Three dogs bark up ahead on the trail
and you bang your walking sticks down as hard as you can
you talk to yourself ‘Just come near me, I’m invincible’
and your dreams are gone to somewhere you can’t find
the nights are for healing and rest, not for dreaming

That man coming towards you with a tall shadow and pack
he might rob you or rape you or assault you in another way
and the only weapons you have are your mind and your sticks
but your mind is set on Santiago and the incense burner
and mass with holy people all around, including you in the circle