A Nomad once traveled from port to port,
for every face the Nomad met,
she searched for her own
trapped by her own design
fearful of herself
her own darkness hiding, only barely,
from her own sight.
The Nomad traveled from one end
of the world to the other
pausing only to learn and see
her soulful vision mirrored,
like an oasis,
back at her from the loving hearts
of other damaged spirits that wandered,
not quite as far as she,
from their own generational homes.
The Nomad rejected all roots
even those that moved her spirit
towards home. But, one day,
The Nomad sat at the edge of a great lake
witnessing the birds dance a complexity
backed by the setting sun that shadowed
the daytime heat with the promise of cool night.
The Nomad searched the sunlit blue
then the moonlit sparkles
She realized it was time to revive and reveal.
The Nomad danced abandon as she’d observed
the flight of her con-spirit-ors do
She slithered with colorful scarves
pouring rainbow colors from her fingers,
releasing all that no longer served
or caused her fear and anguish.
The nomad danced in large spirals
on the sands of the shore
revealing a fleshy spirit
ripe with juicy sweetness
filled to overflowing with kindness
that leaked onto her spirit
with compassionate ribbons of hope.
The Nomad wandered back across her path
carefully touching, delicately expressing
but growing bolder, more adept with her
new nudity, transparently clothed about her
Genuine in joy and with a resolved spirit
The Nomad settled into a new life
one more bountiful, wonderful, and thrilling
than any she had found in her journeys.
The Nomad’s own backyard filled with wonderful
The Nomad’s kitchen burst with spices
She had finally found the home for her spirit
that she’d thought was long forgotten but
was with her even in the darkness of her past.