poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Wanderlust
Number 141
June 21, 1999
Though chained by love,
Restless desires unnamed
Grab hold of my heart,
Wisk me to lands of
Shadowy indecision,
To the land of the promised glory,
To the land–enchanted–of my wanderlust.
A lust not of physical
humanity,
But for humanity,
A lust for this world,
But not lust.
Too strong a word
damages
As much as the word unsaid,
But no more.
Uncontented, grasping
at the world,
Unwilling to take the proffered fruit
I labor in this reality.
Love the world,
Withdraw from her,
Embrace her,
Heed her call,
Not every call
Moderation
But listen to the wind blowing
Through your heart.