Wandering from room to room like a ghost.

Never a guest.

Never a host.

As grey as an elephant

as loud as a mouse door to door

at every house.

No one can hear you.

They say it’s the wind.

No one can see you.

How the light bends to create you.

City to city you roam,

never finding home,

just enough to sustain

what the journey will contain.

Meandering through countries and cultures

recognizing vultures as universal as

the planets.

Across every continent you ramble

as you begin to understand

the Tower of Babel,

and how words create the brambles we men are mired in.

The earth in the heavens,

ought know by now,

Doing, not saying; is how.


About Janis Alanis

Thinker, BS detector, champion of Reason. Unafraid. Ticked off, and riled up. View all posts by Janis Alanis

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