Wanderer Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Wanderer



Sometimes
you find it this way
and that way, too,
bone-dried
or brittle as a bone
or emaciated as if
you come to an end
of a long, winding road;
even looking in the mirror
your eyes stare back at you
with some feeling of emptiness;
then unknowingly
you embrace a thought
cruising through your mind
like an ocean vessel
not even realizing
you are a wanderer;
you are but a dream
within a dream.

Thursday, August 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming
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Each of us spend some of our time wandering about something or the other everyday.
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