Ode to a traveler

I have lived it.
A developed life.
The safe familiar.
The organized, the efficient, the straight.
A symphony half-whispered.
Space carefully managed.
A million perfumed bodies.
Sweet flavorless air.

I have lived it.
A developing life.
The worry of being sick.
The low drone of a stomach longing.
A cautious curiosity.
Wet and green, soft and flexible.
Laughter of families kept close.
A billion people pressed against me.
Combustion clouding my breath, my head.
Spice surpassing it all.

I have lived it
A bit at a time
With you, my family
Who I love
Who I hold close
Who share my thoughts
My feelings.

You have lived it.
These sights
Sounds
Touches
Smells
Tastes
Feelings.

They are mine
They are yours
They are ours.