Travelling Together

There is a certain camaraderie in travelling with someone, a bond born in the crucible of shared distance and time, a secret language written on roads or in skies, cars and jetliners and such, tracing letters together on the map that only you and your fellow traveller can read... But then we should all be in on the secret, all possess a lingua franca whose idioms are written in the stars, around one star, as it goes, and beyond the conversation of mere orbit is the poetry we write with this fellow world of travellers, line by line as we word our way through time...