Why my Hajj was Not Successful

I never made it to Mecca. I was stopped for inspection
at the border, under suspicion of smuggling Converse All-Stars into the country
because...
I was driving a zamboni
which had seemed a good theory at the time. Just like when I tried
to windsurf Tibet,
hang-glide to Antarctica,
and water-ski to the moon.

I've been thinking too much about the destination,
not enough about the journey, and most of all,
not enough about the reason.

--word salad

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