Whether it’s the
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
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
I am the sun
In a merciless sky
Casting heat shimmers on the endless sand
I am the night
Starless, moonless
An impenetrably dark fortress of isolation
I am too the calm
When the air is a puff of fragrant breeze
And birdsong carries for miles
And I am the earth
Fertile and life-giving
The solid ground underfoot
And I am the light
Illuminating the deepest darkness
Connected to all that is and ever will be
It was dismal grey and a little rainy when I left home, bound for the ferry terminal. A promising start.