the nomad will surely
slip from my spirit as
the wrinkles slowly sneak into
the corners of my eyes, right?
the older i get, the stronger
the hunger for wandering grows
(which is what naturally happens
when one goes too long
without nourishment)
i am gathering too much clutter:
too many books, too many pretty bottles,
too many magazine subscriptions succumbed to
i think my motivation to remain
on the move may be due to fear of my
propensity for hoarding
and it is easier somehow
to abandon a big pile
than to toss aside
one little thing
at a time
maybe all nomads
are hoarders
in denial
collecting stories
and friendships
carrying them
everywhere they go
always
getting more.
narinda heng 
:)