Remind me
My presence here
Is a gift of technology
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought
In the emptiness
Of my quiet mind
I discover the contours
Of being
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
But changed have I
Beyond a scope
I can explain
No people of
This world the same
Yet all alike
In ways I’ve seen
Which never learned
From books or schools
But only when
I took the road
And spanned the gap
In time and place
To meet them in
The worlds they’ve made
Sat at their hearth
And listened, then
And when the darkness
Comes again
There am I
A beacon for you
To find your way
For you are the light
Which made my own life
Bright as a beacon
Being there
Or the
Being away
Or the
Being in motion
Which defines the true nature
Of my wanderlust
I usually decide
There’s no need
To pick one