Long have I wandered
with this sack of seeds
gathered over lifetimes
and longer still shall I continue
searching for fertile ground
in which to plant
Occasionally I stop to
entertain a questioning mind
or overturn a cherished notion
that has run its course
I joke, I challenge, I plant a seed
staying just long enough
to see it take route
Other times I cast seeds to the wind,
A poem left in a bar
A picture painted in chalk
on a sidewalk
A story written in spiderwebs
or interwebs
With each of these
I send a prayer
that they will land
and spread and grow
possibly providing sustenance for many
Not every seed will thrive
nor every thought take hold
neither life nor wisdom provide that certainty
nor every seed viable
Still I travel
with song and with seed
One day I too shall be done
When that day comes
scatter me on the wind
Another idea
floating on the breeze
