Nomad

*** NOMAD *** (For Ian and Bryan) The gifts just out of reach…Always? Scoping the search? With the contentments Of peace to be found, Buried like treasure…And Hunted? Beloved nomad Seeking place Among the ridges Of the lost caves your eagles Scan horizons To discover, while watching constantly over you — Traveling with your long stretch Of discontented camels, Snorting and spitting, Their loads grown heavier than The darkness near descending; Their eyes forever looking Over the empty distances — Perhaps as feared As Earth’s edges — For any, any possible oasis Appealing to you with Some hope of settling. So do Stop periodically, To recall all you love. And Bend, to measure sought ends, Letting run Handfuls of unfamiliar sand Between your fingers — not Worrying over spent years Yet to come — As you watch the grains of sand Drizzling down, falling To a familiar dune To continue their endless rest. Nomad, continuing the search For that similar someplace Of origin, for re-starting on The pathways to the where- Evers far from any ends…or Before finding then truly What was held all the while. Consider that the sought ends Could assuringly be meant To wait for the journey’s close, With much to be said for Actually moving through reality While the mind, too, may wish To avoid doubts or deliberations In stillnes — Most happy to feel new breezes Touch past; or to hear unfamiliar Voices sing out greetings; and For incongruities to shake The soul closer to God. The journey’s progress (surely With some luck in the going, Or help from a greater Force if while staying) Does occur in the there Or the here, hopefully to be Concluded in a spot for Body and mind, which Your eagle has eyed In many fewer than forty years… For you are loved, your way blessed. ————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 2/25/22 Thanks be to God