in my life when I didn’t
spend some alone time outside
rain or shine staring into space
or writing something down
at first I thought I was just
taking notes as an aide de memoire
to the confusion I was in
but now I see I was always missing
a little bit the old nomadic life
the years of wandering and being at home
in all weathers among all peoples
and this was my personal way of keeping
that reality alive for the present time
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