Wanderer

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”

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55687/the-song-of-wandering-aengus