Day 26–Those Who Wander
Yes, this was meant to be posted yesterday. My apologies!
The following poem concludes my twenty six day Arts for All poetry marathon for the Community School of Music and Arts in Ithaca, NY. Thank you to everyone who donated, and to everyone who would have donated had they the means.
This is another poem made from scraps of music and quotes that I enjoy, and also from some of the crazy things that collide in my brain. Recognize anything?
Those Who Wander
Like puzzle pieces out of clay
We wander o’er the land
Wishing all our lives away
With teardrops in our hands.
We’ve made our way to such great heights
And braved the warning signs
We’ve fixed our eyes to gruesome sights
And steeled our yearning minds.
The cemeteries of London wept
To see our summer skin
Left on mausoleum steps
Where no man since has been.
We looked like giants as we stood
Upon the lattice frost
But still we learned all that we could
Singing: “Not all those who wander are lost.”