These are about travel.
Sort of. It's called Travel.
Among the documents, all ancient and ordered customs,
Is permission to sail the high seas,
stamps for property, and in the manner of men,
a list of wives and progeny, who will follow the land sick
merchants.
A storm washed snail, who bled a glaucous trail, spending himself
exploring abrasive soil.
Once floated on an oak leaf after a rain,
to isles of thrumwart in his natural mist,
to apprehend the leaps of giant frogs,
and marvel at their booming from his shell.