Nomadic Wanderings
It takes about a year
to know if this is a place
I want to stay in
I get too nomadic too early
My ancestors roamed
until exile
and roamed some more
Half following animals
the other following God
I like them always wonder
what is beyond the hills
that peer over the distance
like some sort of beacons
of new promises
and wonder if we ever will find
what we feel we seek
That sort of home that we
continue to move towards
and never find