Nomadically Inclined (Poem)

A dear friend saw the last blog post and, was inspired to create this poem🥰

Nomadically inclined....

Approaching the unknown again,

She faces to the wind.

Alone with just her memories,

They have become her friends.

No longer do they taunt her,

No longer do they scare....

Now they guide her on her path,

Because now she is aware.

Through a lifetime filled with moments,

That taught her how to fear...

She's broken free from shackles,

Now that her life is clear.

The past is now the present,

her future drawn in wavy lines,

Her heart has found its wings to fly,

She's nomadically inclined.

Ancient ways of living,

Movement thought of as divine.

Each pose reveals a meaning,

When you're nomadically inclined.

No anchors holding her back,

Only moments bound in time...

Stolen kisses here and there,

Because she's nomadically inclined.

Whispers of what might be,

How memories entwined,

Become the tapestry

of your life,

When you nomadically inclined.

She embraces possibilities,

And longs for what she'll find...

For she knows the majik in her heart,

She is nomadically inclined.

-Oz