THE WANDERER
I have seen the bones of Earth
Jutting out beneath her skin.
I have felt her steady pulse.
At both points I’ve heard the
din.
I have seen her barren belly
Miles deep I’ve found my way.
And I have seen her stretch her
limbs
Fertile green in the shining day.
I have felt her sweet caresses
Against my cheek while on her
plains.
I have felt her wicked danger
In her deserts, felt its drain.
I am bound to wander her,
Be it a blessing or a curse.
For I am a Wanderer,
Across her surface I’ll traverse.
To one place she’ll beckon me,
But to another on the next,
And I am bound to wander her
Until I find my place to rest.
- by Kaity Tegtmeyer
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