A Vagabond's Song
I was baptized by New York City sleet and tempered in
New England snow.
I walked among the ancient rocks and pondered nature's
hieroglyphs.
I watched the silver snake ford the brook.
I fought. My spear was inscribed with sacred runes.
I gather knowledge from books and birds and children at play.
I respect the mystic myths.
I know when there's love and when there isn't.
I can hear the echoes of my struggling ancestors.
Those who saw me sit and stare and said I was a worthless
dreamer are gone.
I survived the silent sirens.
Now I sit and stare and while I sit I think, I imagine, I write,
I design, I survive because I can.
There is inexpressible music in my head, poetry in my heart
and a sense of humor in my pocket.
I am a child of the universe.
I am not worthless.
- written and posted by permission
