Tumblewalker

Tumblewalker Banked off the steady mountains, pushed on by memory Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters Gathered by ancient storms without a warning Pounding past the sandy rocks Crashed through dams along the flooding path As he held on to timber logs along the way Then swept off by winds like prestidigitation From disappearing south lands with conjured dice in hand Tumblewalker rolled into Last Chance town to formulate a plan Quick digits formed their sleight of hand While Tumblewalker formulates a plan of action Once he lands on land He suddenly appeared in front of children pirate like Seemingly from nowhere in sight He scared them when he arrived A black patch covered a missing eye The other clouded, milky white, piercing, with limited sight He grants the young ones wishes on the spot to settle them Magic to be perfected and performed above the storm He rolls one die. A one comes up. A snake eye An omen more visible than not This made the children fear a lot He carried ancient water in a leather bag An old wool blanket shrouded in a yellow dust Covered all his vital parts and things he brought Dice played a major role for his desires and devices He kissed them twice for luck then vanished in their cast Tumblewalker rolled out of Last Chance district Taking his dice and one bad eye In a singular milky white last lost glance around On the same south winds now gone from town Dematerialized, invisible in that instance As though he never existed Never seen before, never seen again, as foe or friend He disappeared As for the children; who gambled on the chance of magic Got exactly what they wanted And what was granted when they first wished it Tumblewalker vanished as quickly as he had landed And no one really missed him or his tricks, his dice His little slice of life