The Wandering Man* roams the streets
Searching but never finding
Lonely but never minding
Restless eyes dart, target to target
From a crack in the sidewalk
To a bird in the tree
From a paint chipped fence
To his own bare feet
Unsteady footsteps are hesitant; uncertain
As if each next step is too burdened a commitment
He pauses briefly to remove his woolen hat
Only to return it after a moment of bald exposure
Continuing ahead, with shaky knees
Like a lost sailor, alone on the seas
But for what is he searching?
Where is his shore?
Or perhaps he is not searching
Perhaps he has surrendered to the moment
Realizing that life is naught but the journey itself
Perhaps we should all slow down
Stop searching
And surrender to the moment
Like the Wandering Man
*As seen from Marblehead Starbucks window