The Wanderer through time and space

The Wanderer:

If only I could reside in my mind and not be spread across time.

If the voices that fly would not disturb

If the scenes, obscene, could dissolve,


I write what I see as I wander the night.

The wanderer and the night sky
The wanderer and the morning breeze waking the new day

Wafting on the morning breeze

Leaves, leave thoughts disturbed to flutter, to flicker, then drift

as tree branches sift wind, thinning crud

to blend back an end and lessen

barks of suffering

The Wanderer dances and dodges the edges that bind outcomes unkind as

The evening moonlight blends with the sun chequering the dirt path in the dusk.

With a graph of ick, it’s easy to find what’s vicious and mean and rescue ones caught in iniquities’ stream,

dancing at dusk

Where they hop to the front and view a splay of hues:

The deep rouge of lip color, the crystal blue-green of a settled sea, the golden – amber of a sunset that flames the night sky, orbiting a bright burgeoning light.

The bringer of good news summoned. Spread adrift the refreshed spring air

Hearts bound with joy

As fine-etched lines open the pass

For many to enter.

The wanderer left

To search and refine

Little branches left behind

Photo by Amy Nickoloff on Unsplash

Night photo by Amy Nickoloff

morning breeze Photo by Thom Milkovic on Unsplash

dancing at dusk Photo by Benjamin Wedemeyer on Unsplash

orbiting Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash

Etched lines Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

the wanderer’s waterfall Photo by Sonali Deo on Unsplash