traveller

insane creatures, these strange teacher
running around like birds
calling forth..
the preacher.

His the prodigal son
of mother earths womb,
the egg burried beneath the sand.

this strange plant,
lives in a flower pot
along with myriad brothers.

another accident.

endless curiosity,
the gift of our mother.
her tears, our fears..

inside we lock
and wonder how,
to a draw a limit to thought