Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Lone Traveler

The first glimpse showed sharp-planed hardness,
A deadly edge, harnessed.
            The first conversation, unexpected connection,
            Self-proclaimed tendency towards sociopathic reaction.
                                                                                                            Male version me.
                        Martial art, knives, travel, humor, all.

Body of stone, will of steel,
Proud, solitary soldier.
            Lonelier than he admits, but easily tired of humanity,
            Always traveling, home is his family.
                                                                                                            Packed to go.
                        Guns, preparation, survival, all.

The second look showed bone deep weariness,
Battle-worn, wariness.
            The second conversation, through a gift of unearned trust a friendship forged,
            Sanctuary offered, quietly accepted.
                                                                                                            Warrior monk.
                        Rest, recuperation, room to breathe, all.

Together we trained each other,
Fought for compassion, challenged preconceptions.
            Man of stringent honesty, closely held code of honor
            Fighter, loyal protector.
                                                                                                            No longer alone.
                        Distant friends, comrade-in-arms, silent support, all.