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.

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