Wondering Wanderer

mossy nave
Marble veins of dirt and ash
Line the runoffs to the stream
A flash of tail caught
Among reeds and lilies
I dream a dream of belonging

Ave Maria in solitude
In a vaulted roman nave
Bounces and hangs on mossy stones
With pilgrims remembered
I pray a dream of home

In the shade of a plane tree
Shielded in a secret garden
Footsteps on cobblestones
Call a memory like home
Somewhere to root my soul

Hanging on a swift’s tail
Afloat on dry dill scent
Its dull ache wanting solace
My soul wanders and drifts
Craving its missing moorings.

dry dill

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Wondering Wanderer

  1. PapaBear says:

    There’s a bittersweet loneliness hanging in the air here, Emm, a longing for a solid footing on which to stand. Hugs!


  2. Katalina4 says:

    So evocative. Lonely, yet accompanied by old things, marble and cobblestones and roman naves, suggesting so many of us have felt this, have passed this way…


  3. Ouah!
    On est perdu ici, je crois, l’ecrivain et le lecteur.
    Toujours merveilleux!


  4. Soft spot for wondering wanderers . La vie est toujours aileurs pour les poetes…


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