Nomadic Dream

 

I am almost in a wheelchair,

Still I have the nomad’s dream…

Wanting to circle the planet,

Alongside every peaceful stream.

I want to avoid the cities,

The pollution and the people…

The politics and the religion,

Every capitol and steeple.

I want to witness the kindness,

The impoverished have to give,

Interview the dying elders,

Why they have the will to live.

I want to ask the nomads,

As they continue to roam.

Is the world such a wonderful place,

Or do they long to find a home?

Exploring the world on foot,

Is also a search for me.

Can rambling thoughts inside our heads,

Ever allow us to be free?