A tiny camper
glimpsed
rushing by on the freeway
away
past other cars
and realities
put me in that camper
on some sparse land
surrounded by silence
and blue skies
searching for anchors
and reasons
to come
ashore
again.
Ellespeth
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A tiny camper
glimpsed
rushing by on the freeway
away
past other cars
and realities
put me in that camper
on some sparse land
surrounded by silence
and blue skies
searching for anchors
and reasons
to come
ashore
again.
Ellespeth
Posted on May 21, 2016 at 6:55 AM in Ellespeth, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
A nomad shouldn’t search for anchors, reasons, or shore, for finding a shore would stall the nomad and the nomad is only mad after that and no more a nomad.
Reason would corrupt the mind, as has happened and can be seen from human history. Reason would transform the ancient to modern, the nomadic to settled. Is’nt the settled, now, wanting the nomadic ways again?
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