Not All Who Wander

What Is A Marsh?

If you call me, I will not be there

I will be in the forest, or on the lake

I will be with the wild things who know my name.

If you call me, I will not be there

I have left the cell on the couch

In a house that is far away.

If you call me, I will be

Sitting by a campfire looking at the stars

The towns far enough away to be visible only

By their signature of light.

If you call me, I will be wandering

In the marshes looking for egrets and the blue crane

who lands every morning majestically.

I once knew you,

Watched your hands, skillfully setting your course

Then I returned to me

To another type of journey

Alone.

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