wanderdust...

laces dancing round my boots; can't be tied

ever dangling loose ends

dust laden legs stumble forward
easier than stopping


why wander? why wonder?
why not?
weary eyes, weary skies
choking on smoke


which direction suits me today
up, down, left, right,
doesn't really matter
trapesing necessary



destination has never been the point
just the walk
it's all about getting there,
not getting there...