Living Alone

Female Rage, New Orleans Graffiti (photo by Anna Harris)

Female Rage – New Orleans Graffiti (photo by Anna Harris)

Lately I dwell
On who I will become.
How will I live
When I am old and gray?

I am scared –
So much on my shoulders.
Where will I settle
To wait until I die?

Once I thought
Things had been mapped.
I wasn’t happy
But at least I’d be taken care of.

Then I gambled;
Still gambling, I guess.
My life is now my own –
The path a mystery.

Where will I go?
Who am I alone?
Will this struggle consume me?
Is mine the sidewalk, the unmarked grave?


(NB: Today’s post is a response to today’s Daily Post prompt, Rare Medium.)

Pilgrim, Who Is Calling You? (Poem from the Camino de Santiago)

A poem by Eugenio Garibay Baños, written on a wall along the Camino between Navarrete and Najera. Translation by Google & Camino de Santiago Forum member Vigdis. Click through for more info.

Polvo, barro sol y lluvia
es Camino de Santiago
Millares de peregrines
y mas de un millar de años

Peregrino, puien te llama?
Que fuerza oculta te atrae?
Ni el Campo de las Estrellas
ni las grandes catedrales

No es la bravura Navarra,
ni el vino de los riojanos
ni los mariscos gallegos
ni los campos castellanos

Peregrino, Quien te llama?
Que fuerza oculta te atrae?
Ni las gentes del Camino
Ni las costrumbes rurales

No es la historia y la cultura
ni el gallo de La Calzada
ni el palacio de Gaudi,
ni el Castillo Ponferrada

Codo lo veo al pasar,
y es un gozo verlo todo,
mas la voz que a mi me llama
la siento mucho mas hondo.

La fuerza que a mi me empuja
la fuerza que a mi me atrae,
no se explicarla ni yo
Solo el de Arriba lo sabe!


And with Google translator (not correctly, but we all understand it):

Dust, mud, sun and rain
Camino de Santiago is
Thousands of pilgrims
and more than a thousand years

Pilgrim who is calling you?
What hidden force attracts you?
Neither the Field of Stars
or the great cathedrals

It is not the bravery of Navarre
or the wine of La Rioja,
neither Galician seafood nor
the Castillian countryside

Pilgrim, who calls you?
What hidden force attracts you?
Neither the people of the Way
Nor their rural customs.

Not the history and culture
or the Rooster’s Causeway
or the Palace of Gaudi
or Castillo Ponferrada

It is a joy to see everything in passing
but the voice that calls me
I feel much more deeply.

The force that pushes me
force that attracts me,
I cannot explain,
Only the One above knows!

“To The Pilgrim” (A Poem from The Camino)

Click to read more about the Camino Frances on

The following poem was carried by a South African Pilgrim and presented at Refugio Gaucelmo…

To the Pilgrim

     from the day of your birth
     you have been on the journey.
     an encounter awaits you.
     with whom?
     perhaps with your own self.
     your steps will be your words
     the journey your song
     your fatigue your prayer
     and your silence will at last speak,
     with the others
     but out of yourself
     you that think yourself surrounded by unfriendliness
     will find joy.
     although your spirit may not know where
     your feet will carry your heart.
     another is coming to meet you,
     and is searching for you
     so that you can find Him in the sanctuary
     at the end of the pilgrimage,
     in the sanctuary deep inside your heart.