Are we not all homeless on this tellurian journey?
Battling through this borrowed land
all abodes nothing more than a rented gurney
a fleeting respite before buried in time's sand
Prior to taking up this corporal mound of clay
to embark upon our forward trudgings
ask: Do we not leave behind, on our way,
our ephemeral Bedouin lodgings?
Behind us, dwellings, friends, and relatives, strewn
like discarded remnants of the past
A vagrant yes! Yet, nature provides us a boon
an edifice that all this life will last
A structured habitat so grand,
a mortal harbor, we will only leave behind
on this passage when we depart this land
to a future, of which we are sand-blind
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sorenbarrett (
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Comments2
that's why those 'homecoming' scenes
tattoo their mark on us, I think
(it seems we're in-sync as usual my friend)
a searching
thought provoking read, thank you!
wise Poet
Thanks so much L.B. having lived in over 25 different locations through my life it just seemed natural to pick this topic.
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