Several months ago but months after I left Spain and the Camino, I woke up very early one morning with a jumble of words and thoughts in my head. It stayed with me and I could not go back to sleep so I decided to get up and write the words and thoughts down. After I did that I was able to go back to sleep.
When I got up, I went back to what I’d written down and read it, The Pilgrim was my first experience with a creative flash. I made a few changes but not many from my original notes.
This poem tell my story, the story of any pilgrim, crossing Spain while walking the Camino. I think anyone who’d done that will immediately relate but, I also think there are some universal thoughts that appeal to almost anyone.
I hope you enjoy it, it’s not Whitman but I like it.