Today—just me and the road
No deep thoughts,
no letting go.
Just Galician green.
The river winds my route
through abandoned pueblos—
doors closed—
a hush.
Through lush forests
of chestnut trees,
through farmland—
bleating, baaing—
the distant hum of a tractor
accompanying my silent walk.
Today’s stop—Samos.
A retreat in the country.
An abbey awaits.
Tomorrow, a rest day.
Soon Sarria, where masses gather.
Soon the final hundred kilometers.
Today, I keep to the solitude.
Deborah Bussewitz is a retired educator and writer whose poetry traces the inner and outer landscapes of the Camino de Santiago. Her work reflects a deep attention to place, presence, and the evolving journey of the spirit. Her work has appeared in The Healing Muse, Silver Birch Press, and Syracuse Cultural Workers calendars.
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