Wanderlust by Denise Huckabee

An old black suitcase,
my home for years
by choice.

I never could stay in one place for too long.

A roamer,
A wanderer,

A free bird
Wing-surfin every wind of change I could find.
Destination-less road trips on a whim.

Black suitcase again
My home in my hand-
I’d move on to no place in particular.

No compass,
No maps,

I’d enter into new territory,
Stopping wherever my heart found desire to explore.
Discovering
Curious people and things new
Affinity today
A memory tomorrow.

No strings,
An unbridled soul,
I always followed my wild.

My spirit,
Restless today,
Smothered by all that ties me down to this moment in time.
Engines revving,
Full speed in place,
Teasing my wheels hungry for new road.

Antsy,
Anxious,
Desperate to spread my wings
and fly away for a time…

Mischief.
Adventure.
Desire.
Wanderlust.

It’s time.