To John Crow

1994

I, too, count my friends on one hand
much, sometimes, to my dismay.
We've spread out over the land
used to being away
Its a life chosen for us to lead
destiny-marked for none other
but people like me
Hard core lifers bound by bonds
that the lay men do not see
bindings of the heart in poems and songs
depicting the traveller, the wanderer, me.




PB
'94