Some of us are meant to be wanderers
to roam through cities, tracking dirt
from one neighborhood to another
carrying it in the grooves of our soles
our roots dangle in the clouds, perhaps
but they can still drink and breathe
out there.
writer, climber, potter, educator
Some of us are meant to be wanderers
to roam through cities, tracking dirt
from one neighborhood to another
carrying it in the grooves of our soles
our roots dangle in the clouds, perhaps
but they can still drink and breathe
out there.
