Thursday, May 04, 2017

Without Direction.

Just out the door- no idea where it ends,

seeking for nothing but the roads next bend.


Setting out with no expectation,

Completely open to the next location.


Guided only by the hearts next whim,

Fueled by awe and random grins.


An open road across the big wide world,

Adventure waits to be unfurled.


Free to wander and room to roam,

This gypsy soul calls the highway home.


Moving without direction but never lost,

The ceaseless adventure is worth any cost.


Just as the bird has a notion to fly,

She roams without worry- no desire to deny.


Headed out, to where God only knows,

She is a wanderer with only a mind, for the next place to go.

By Traci Burnam 


1 comment:

  1. Charlotte Baggett11:31 PM

    Love everything you write because so many times your written words articulate my own journeys, thank you!!! Glad our roads have crossed and looking forward to the years ahead a long lasting soul sisters and friends. You are an Awesome Amazingly Talented writer 🐘🐘

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