Handbook for Explorers

Here's a place to leave, where you prepare
For hardship, discard surplus provisions,
And strain your eyes to see the horizon's
Continuous path, to catch, in its long stare,
The lure of one, parting, who looks over
A shoulder at you; and who you must follow,
If only to touch what's fleeting and know
What comes next; and before you get older
Embrace what you are not. For curiousity's
A virtue, source of energy and love, and travellers
Are lovers, unmoved without a star that dares
Them, with its light and distant promises,
To say goodbye to what they understand,
Good morning to an undiscovered land.