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haps it’s there, That my heart Can once again Be still</p><figure id="cfa2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*LtD-72y8vKr7u5vtiLfvQg.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="0aa2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*KDqepVo8zT8Zk62-MBHKWw.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo Credit, Matt Ray, Traveling down different roads, 2013</figcaption></figure><p id="0fee">© <a href="undefined">Matt Ray</a> 2021</p><p id="2711">Here are some of my other writings you may enjoy. Also, I would love it if you followed me on <a href="https://linktr.ee/mraymus">social media</a>.</p><div id="1b05" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-sailed-twenty-thousand-miles-to-swim-with-whale-sharks-a58acea7175e"> <div> <div> <h2>I Sailed Twenty Thousand Miles to Swim With Whale Sharks</h2> <div><h3>The first time I thought about swimming with whale sharks was in Roatan, Honduras, in 2016.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*B67UbOmUTREsgDcQoBmiGw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="4d8f" class="li

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A Poem About Wandering and Wondering

First things first, Sometimes things are better off left unsaid Those are the words I said to myself Biting my tongue, the last time we spoke And now wondering if saying those things Might have made all the difference In the world

Now you are gone, and I am here Wondering about my life and its purpose How things might have been different If you were in it

These days I go where the wind blows Purposefully homeless, I call it Because it sounds much cooler to call it that Drifting from state to state, country to country Whether by boat or by truck and trailer It all leads down the same untraveled road Destinations yet unknown, unseen, or unheard of That’s where my heart goes

These itchy feet refuse to be still They want to be on the road My stone continues to roll New places, new faces, a new stasis Everywhere I travel I wonder If this might be the place That rings true

Perhaps it’s there, That my heart Can once again Be still

Photo Credit, Matt Ray, Traveling down different roads, 2013

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