Peregrination

Sometimes the mind wanders and the letters with it, traveling across the page in a slow, almost melodic way. You can hear their footprints as they sound out words and phrases. Rarely if ever do they know where they are going. But it is a pilgrimmage, not religious but most certainly spiritual. To what higher powers will they place their faith and trust in? I cannot believe that it would be me, and so I create other names, other people to stand in my place. They are the ones, I say, telling the story. I am merely a hand, a keyboard, a pen, the paper.