Vagabond

Vagabond I wave my wand and disappear
Steer clear of holding me too tight
Because I take flight quite easily
Greedily consuming goes like golden coins

And the game is travel

Where identity unravels again and
I blend into places unknown, home.

Home?

A foreign and mystical concept
Elusive and Meandering
I'm like a monsoon destined to break borders
To be where I don't belong because,

I find my way best when I don't know where I'm going

Smeared maps and compass cracked but I'll always make it back.
Back to where I should be,
It's between where I've never left and where I've never been

It’s a tattered and chip-stepped path that leads to the threshold me
You see,

We never get far from where we are
And the Vagabond knows best the test of self is in peeling back layers
To leave and find myself in the;

Same place, different locations

Same narratives, different dialects

Same tests, different terrain

Different dance, same spirit

Same me, different versions

And I go nowhere... Fast.

I've passed so many versions of me I'm dizzy spinning
Scattered parts, broken hearts
Relocated membranes
These veins are the Nile
Pain I left over the plateau of Tibet
As I stretched into Yunnan
Felt a death in Kenya,
Saw hope's reflection in Haiti
And next time I return from Canada, head and heart should be aligned.

Although, I still await remnants to return from out West

The Left Coast unlocked the ghost of me

I'm a mass of glued and taped imaginations
With telescope eyes, as I pry open earthen vessels and
Wrestled the good intentions of my best friend's decoyed demons dead!

I've waded in nature long enough to see clouds turn to mountains and back again
I’ve seen God in green-blue water and
Watched weather change the taller time became

I know how terrain bows in a storm!

And once,
I wandered in the woods until South Carolina turned into Georgia
Truthfully, I'm only lost when I think I’ve found a plot here
To bury my hopes in a hole
I've never been lost just in transition
Where my feet are planted in the Earth
My head in the heavens
As I watch a thousand stars spring from a dead seed
And look down on sand grains as similes for jealous loves.

I hope my promises are never packaged here
And the country I'm headed to isn't just around the corner in my head of heart
I'm no vagrant impatient with vacant dreams
I'm one who sees
Just awake and waiting to take my leave
So please, don't take my leave
Or cleave too tight
For soon enough as the moon is dust I must take flight, 
I’m a Vagabond
I must take flight. 

© Paradox and Poetry