Packed for the Journey

I'm traveling light, at least as light as possible.  As Iona is a car-less destination, my load must be light.  Aside from a change of clothes, the essentials are my walking stick, walking boots, rain jacket, binoculars, and camera.  I will also have with me "Around a Thin Place- an Iona piigrimage guide", "Walking on Mull and Iona"; and a backpack.  I'm prepared.  I think.

Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before-- "
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
                            May Sarton