he wanders a lot

He wanders a lot Calls it meandering Different from a walk Just a melancholy movement Passing through the moments Registering each sunbeam Following its arc Watching its dance Laughing as it skips Across the puddles Teasing the hawk With its shadows He is not lonely Nor is he alone There are those He takes with him Telling their stories To the dandelions Sharing a joke With the jonquils Tossing snowballs With the trees He leaves a lightly visible trail Wonders if anyone Will follow it After his meandering Has found A place to rest