Not All Who Wander Are Lost

They say that not all who wander are lost,And that’s true of me, I think. I wander, wander,Never sureExactly where I’m going,But also not without a rough idea.The inner light points in a directionAnd I begin to act, to move step by stepToward the place where it feels that I should go.And I trust the way to open up before me.And it does. That’s the miracleThough it does not comeWithout the workOf exercising faith.I relate to the albatross and its endless worldwide journeys.It is said that the albatross can travel ten thousand milesTo bring home one meal of oily vomit for its chick.Yeah. I think that’s it. Ten thousand milesTo find one little treasure,One morsel To regurgitate here upon the empty page.I find myself wanting to expand upon this work.To share more of what I see and feel,More of the people that I meetAs I wander, wander,Round the world.