I wonder as I wander and I wander as I wonder.
I wonder every morning when I look up at the sky
just before I start my wandering.
As I wander over paths and through the woods
I wonder even more.
If I couldn’t wonder and if I couldn’t wander
I’d be lacking what I need to be me.
The words I use to share with you
the fruits of wondering and wandering
would never be deployed were I deprived.
I would sit all day in my recliner
and I’d become a whiner
if I couldn’t do my wandering and wondering.
I could deploy imagination in such a situation
but that’s not enough for me to do my stuff.
I know these benefits of wondering and wandering
won’t last forever
but I feel blessed that they’ve been mine
to hold and share for many decades.