Perhaps it was a bird call
that stopped me washing floors,
and had me pack a knapsack
full of everything I owned.
I followed shafts of sunlight.
I followed daisy chains.
I followed clouds and rainbows.
I followed squirrels and wolves.
I never followed beaten paths.
I never slept in beds.
I never stopped for idle talk.
I walked through snow and rain.
Though I am old with wandering,
I wouldn’t trade a day
I spent out under open sky
for roof and floor and fire.
inspired by:
“The Song of Wandering Aengus” by William Butler Yeats,
using the line “Though I am old with wandering”