my prose

A Nomad's Home

When I am young
I think of days to come
And I am eager for them
Paths untraveled
Adventures waiting
Somewhere out there-
Understanding
A place where I fit
Like a perfect piece
Into this crazy world

But when I am old
I sit and think
'This is good'
I see the peaceful water
Innocent animals
Feel the cool breeze
The endless circle of sky
I drink it in
And I think
If the Spirits whisper
to my wandering mind
"Stay"
Then I will stay.