Salkantay – Peru by Martin Jon Porter

travels

Salkantay

I am

ice

water

lake

seed

stem

tree

dust

dirt

clay

but mountains have

epochs of rocks –

travellers can only

carry cairns

 

Salt Lick

This road

it begs me

a dog

who’s tasted

fresh meat

can’t go back

to kibble

that smell

it begs him

again

and again

 

BIO: Martin Jon Porter is a teacher who lives in Melbourne. His most recent poetry has featured in ArtAscent, Medusa’s Laugh and Verandah. His debut chapbook, Traits, was published by Ginninderra Press in 2016.

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Sarah Leamy, MFA, is an award-winning author of both travel books and novels as well as a photographer, presenter, and a bit of a wanderer. She has lived in England, Germany, Spain, Guatemala and the Southwest of the US. She is the founder and editor of Wanderlust, a travel journal publishing international travel writing, photos and trip reports. Find out more at www.sarahleamy.com