The winds will blow and sand grains rain,
We gather, move, like trackless trains,
We are seekers of lost ways,
And lost seekers of new way
The warmth of a fire, a smile, a wave,
Bring us joy, peace…and sometimes save.
Music rings, bagpipes swing, singers sing,
And murmuring voices underlie every little thing
Tool worn hands and myriad helping faces,
Have joined to repair our cherished moving spaces.
A meal, a kind word, a newly claimed garment or gem to wear,
Some books, a bottle, laughter, hugs, we give and we share.
Walking, riding, limping, striding,
A perpetual community, always abiding,
So as we part, these words we delcare…
“See you down the road, someday, somewhere!”
~Inspiration – Winter time is social time for nomadic travelers. We often reconnect in the warm spots down south; Yuma, Quartzsite, Mexico. This poem was penned just after Van Aid, which is a gathering for those who need help with their rigs, to connect up with people with tools and skills that are also on the road. Kind of like Habitat for Humanity but on wheels 🙂 It is a very different atmosphere than say, SkooliePalooza – that’s more for fun, dance and getting crazy that also occurs during the winter.
“Someday,” “somewhere.” that struck a chord here. Nice read!
Thank you! We avoid the word “Good-bye” 🙂