I Wander… Poem by Jim Milks

I wander as a drifting cloud,
Aimless through a gathering crowd
Freed from the bonds, that had held me fast.
The present, future and the past

The crowd with their murmurings aloud,
Press ever tighter forming a living shroud
As I float fee above humanity, amassed

A day, an hour, or just a moment
Of dread unsurpassed
And my broken body is cast
Upon the wind to wander as a cloud
Free at last to face what lies ahead


© JPM 12/29/09