a-wandering

 

Wandering the woods, the waves, the world
Lost I am not
Feed me, shelter me, help me?
No, thank you
I do not require the assistance
For I wander of the call of my feet
to the path
The call of my craft to the Sea
The siren song of the world awakens
my soul to set a-wandering
One footprint, one heartprint after another
Be them preserved in sand, mud, dust or snow
for moments or millennia
The traces of my travels along the
ridges and the rises
Within the valleys and through the veils
thin and the walls high and deep
All who wander are not lost
All who wander are not homeless
I wander because of the wood, the waves, the world
For I know them as my home