Nomad,
 Vagabond,
 Bedouin am I
 Traveller, journey woman
 Trekking geographical terrain,
 Seeking spiritual domain,
 No home for me in the mundane trivial pursuits
 Mediocrity and blissful ignorance, fake comfort, cardboard houses, low living
 
 In search of higher ground,
 Need to move to higher ground
 
 Secular boudoirs call out to me,
 Say,
 Come lay here,
 Come rest here,
 Come numb your senses here,
 In this bed of fear,
 And temporal pleasures,
 And captivity,
 Until you no longer wish to be
 Free
 
 So what like minds and souls,
 Will understand and join me on this quest,
 Despite the land
 So vast and desolate at times,
 Dry and unyielding,
 Nothing growing,
 Prospering, meaning only one thing
 At times
 Moist and fecund
 Over flowing,
 Flowering,
 Nourishing,
 Full with knowing
 Close my eyes,
 See the earth,
 Spread out before me,
 Hills, and rivers,
 Ravines, and meadows,
 All
 Close my eyes,
 Envision heaven,
 Comfort,
 Peace,
 Grace and glory,
 All
 
 Looking for my place,
 Where is my place
 
 In search of higher ground,
 Need to move to higher ground
 
 Where is my place?
 
 Looking for my place
 Where is my place?
  
 My lasting place
 This provisional place dissatisfies me
 Too false and flighty sometimes,
 Too fearsome too faithless,
 Oftentimes
 Concerns of flesh and bone
 They plague me,
 A necessity of humanity,
 But still
 They plague me,
 
 In search of higher ground,
 Need to move to higher ground
 
 Where is my place?
 
 Long to be
 Free,
 Long to be
 Free,
 In search of higher ground,
 Need to move to higher ground
 
 Where is my place?
  
Ursula Rucker
Who can I call out to?
I have no one
There is no one here for me
Who can I call out to in this strange land?
I have no-one

 
										 
										 
										
