I'm a Nomad - by C. S. Lee

I’m a Nomad

I’m a nomad

In a nomad’s land,

A shifting pebble

On the shifting sand.

I’m a wanderer

In a pilgrim’s robe,

Disguised as a beggar

In a painted cloak.

I’m a sinner,

A schemer,

A purveyor of dreams,

Winter’s first chill,

Evening’s first breeze.

I’m an aimless soul

On an arid plane,

Bereft of sail

Or benevolent rain.

I’m a foreigner

In the land of my birth,

Bearing everyman’s ruse

And everyman’s worth.

I’m a prickly splinter

And a driving spike,

Lucid, day moons

And long, black nights.

I’m the all,

Nature’s sum,

Born of many,

Known by one.

I’m a nomad

In a nomad’s land,

A shifting pebble

On the shifting sand.

C. S. Lee

Copyright 2003