Elemental

Steady feet, cars, planes or jets 

Streaking cloudy trails across blue heaven

Doesn’t matter to me.

I would be content riding the channels

In low barges

Or hitchhiking on European highways

So long as I stayed in motion.

I am a wanderer,

A travelling bard,

A roaming minstrel,

A nomadic warrior.

A rolling stone,

Calling no one place home for too long

Content to gather no moss.

A child of water,

Lithe and untamable
Am I,

Never fixed or limited,

Breaking free of confinement,

Reborn from stagnant pool as vapour-

A tenant of the air,

Bourne by light currents.

Now wafting upward on warm drafts,

Now pushed downwards

In cold, dense masses,

Changing hemispheres

To eventually come back down again-

As rain falling on lush forests,

Seeing deserts bloom anew,

Or landing atop snowy peaks.

A son also of Earth

Am I:

Brown is my skin-

Recalling fertile land,

Thick is my hair-

Like the dense foliage of the rainforest,

Liquid are my eyes-

A tribute to seaward running rivers,

Hot my breath issuing from deep within-

In memory of the core whence new rock is born.

I am each of these,

Yet belong solely to none.

You likewise are some of this and that,

Yet are the fruit of no one substance.

And thus as tiny fragments,

Each important yet insignificant,

We come together,

The handiwork of Master Skill,

Woven into the network we call life.