Vagabond
Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding
I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam,
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,
And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway.
Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,
Through grasslands vast, our spirits meander.
Deer and fawn pause, bewildered by our fate,
As eagles hover above, in silent wait.
With no destination to call our own,
We tumble on, our journey unknown.
The tumbleweed, a companion true,
In solitude's embrace, our bond we renew.
A diaspora meets a diaspore, in chance's dance,
Two wanderers united, by fate's circumstance.
Thoughts of our origins linger in the air,
As we scatter seeds of life and care.
But soon, our paths must part,
As you tumble on, I'll hold you in my heart.
Wondering how our journey will end,
In cold showers or hot ambers, our stories blend.
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