Vagabond Dreams

Evening's glow means supper is over and it's time for my pipe and tobacco to find my porch where I will sit alone and the only sound is the creaking of my chair as I rock back and forth to watch sunsets in the skies of absorbed light giving rendered edges to starlights dim rotating across the vast expanse like a slow carousel as my soul rides along hoping to be granted access to wandering dreams unimagined nor dreamt by gatherers whose needs are to reap man-made objects of no importance and fighting to see who ends up with the largest pile as others argue among themselves over large swaths of Earth that they can never own I would rather sit and smoke my pipe and catch the wandering dreams of silent rapture and wishful treasure at the end of a long day 8/29/21 contest Vagabond Dreams sponsor Craig Cornish