Journeyman

Journeyman: journeying across

Sleeping plains and waving hills.

Ambling about the road that walks all roads;

Eyes blazing with the crying and laughing of

Speckled lands-

Nostrils flaring with the sighing and singing

Of foreign skies…

Where of does he come?

Humming stooping tunes to the sails of

Tire-sandaled feet floating atop

Bending blades of green.

Where of does he go?

Ears ringing with the hungry clang of hoes,

The lazy hooves of trotting cows,

And the bungled beeping of rush-hour-cursing:

Bundle blissfully bouncing on weightless back…

Is he a forgotten wanderer

Spelled by the mystic voice within that

Guilts the souls of men?

Is he a hermit bound to a roadman’s end?

Haunted by the flighty trailing of dreams-

That great puppeteer of hearts;

Journeying,

Forever searching,

For the plains where pain is trade for song?