Travels
I grew up a nomad, wondering as I went,
With backpack over shoulder and shoes well spent.
I've seen Mesopotamian graveyards where dust fell from the Ishango Bone,
And trudged Mediterranean shores where Nap found the Rosetta Stone.

There's nothing like old Stonehenge at the midwinter heirophany,
Or late noons at Giza, shadows long like Modiglianis.
The snowflakes carved in Moscow are each a precious little fractal.
Who's tasted cacao where Aztecs toasted their own Quetzocoatl?

The world looks different suddenly,
and quite a world it is
the house looks like a different realm
the sky's a great green frizz

I'm not alone here,
but I can't quite see the others,
at least I've found a quiet place,
far away from brothers

there they are! they're coming now,
dashing round the bend,
I see a little gnat creature,
perhaps he'll be my friend?

and in the house, all about,
gnomes and spiders dance,
the webs and dust come flutter down--
or up? I have to ask