Sunday, April 21, 2013
A Nomad (April 17th poem)
A nomad strives for
no attachment
She has needs, yes
Her feet burn with the need to move
Her cup, her bowl, her towel
Protection from the cold
Something to stave off hunger
The endless changing scenes
But, a nomad seeks to live
Without attachment
To people to place to schedule
To specific outcomes, particular vistas
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