They say that not all who wander are lost,
And that’s true of me, I think.
I wander, wander,
Never sure
Exactly where I’m going,
But also not without a rough idea.
The inner light points in a direction
And I begin to act, to move step by step
Toward the place where it feels that I should go.
And I trust the way to open up before me.
And it does. That’s the miracle
Though it does not come
Without the work
Of exercising faith.
I relate to the albatross and its endless worldwide journeys.
It is said that the albatross can travel ten thousand miles
To bring home one meal of oily vomit for its chick.
Yeah. I think that’s it. Ten thousand miles
To find one little treasure,
One morsel
To regurgitate here upon the empty page.
I find myself wanting to expand upon this work.
To share more of what I see and feel,
More of the people that I meet
As I wander, wander,
Round the world.
