We lived like kings upon the earth
Our castles made from the remains
Of giants slain
On the higher mountains
The weary travelers wander by on the path
They carry almost nothing
These ascetic wanderers
With fancy European gear
And so little of it at that
You have to wonder
Why do they deprive themselves so?
What sins are they trying to atone for?
We arrived here ages ago
Or maybe just days that feel like ages
And we came just as they do now
Over miles of sand and rock
On our own two feet
Beneath the higher tides
We just carried the makings
For much better times
They encounter our palace
Their jaws hang slack
At the courtyard before them
Suits of armor drying on the outer walls
Battle spears at the ready beside them
The great hall facing them
Is strewn with luxuries from faraway lands
Jars of the finest peanut butter
Entire loaves of bread
Plastic bears full of honey dripping over
Fishing poles
Stone hearth complete with a rusted metal grill
Shells of mussels mounding high
Small furry peasants helping themselves
To sacks of granola strung from the rafters
Cans full of beer brewed by holy monks
Ok, just regular beer
And only two of them
But still…
Beer
Books to read
Frisbees to throw
Artists at work in the courtyard
Royal inhabitants lounging unhurried
Waiting for inspiration on the sea
Our destination already attained
We are not traveling
We are home
