the afternoon crawls to a stop today,
for an adventure my heart seems to yearn,
not one is found, no treasure near my way,
I cannot move, this work I cannot spurn.
but my muse does have a mind of its own,
it finds a world far away to wander,
on its paths it is lost, and not alone,
for it takes me along, makes me ponder.
the rivers I cross, over clouds I soar,
on camels I trek over desert sands,
I sit on the moon, count the stars galore,
walk in the markets of exotic lands.
wanderlust my muse, it never stays still,
it takes me along when I seek some thrill.
(© 6th January 2016)