Eyes like Embers

I am a nomad,
in a moment of stillness.

My camp’s fire cools
and the coals glimmer,
like the eyes of wolves
watching from the woodline,
in the distance.

Soon, I will roll my kit,
fold and stow the tent,
and set forth, north,
or west, intending
to breathe the dust
of the final road,
that outward, extends.

My cookpot is heavy,
but I have yet to tire
from carrying it.

I am the nomad,
in a moment of realness.

There is no peace for me
in stillness.

Until death, I do wander,
married to the wolves
and the wonders
of wild blue sky
and the earth,


©️ Obol, 2019.

The time for forward movement is getting close. I think I’ll venture off into America to see what I can find. A few years of RV life might be the cure for what ails me.

8 thoughts on “Eyes like Embers

      1. Oh! Haha!! Anchorage is such a dump lol. No, down on the kenai peninsula. Near Soldotna/Kenai/Homer area. Like 200 miles south of Anchorage.

      2. The intent was to stay there with my homey, but matters called me back. Anchorage didn’t impress and unfortunately, I never actually went anywhere while I was there. The 8,000 mile drive up was 40 days of epic adventure though.

      3. I’m sure. I really do not like Anchorage. It’s a dirty city, in my experience. It doesn’t impress me either lol. But I like the peninsula… and the Juneau area is beautiful (my sister lives there and I lived there for about 18mo). Lots of pretty places and outdoor things to do. But it’s not for everyone, that’s for sure.

      4. I’m going to go live at the Northern Rockies Lodge at Muncho Lake, BC. I like the wilds.

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