The sky meets the ground.

They’re one thing now,

No separation

Just unity.

– Vagabond Prophet

Elevated

With sounds that

I can only describe

As soaring.

You elevated me

Above all my mourning.

– Vagabond Prophet

Hoping

I think I’m getting worse

Let it be as wine

Refining for a time.

Letting all bitterness

Bubble out

Hoping sweetness

Is left behind.

– Vagabond Prophet

Painfully Pink

Fingers getting numb

Painfully pink

Still holding this pen though.

When ink freezes also

That’s when I’m truly dead.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bags under my eyes
Hammocks in disguise

Vagabond Prophet

Treasure

I’ve got many questions

Do you see them

Floating upwards?

Does doubt die upon meeting you?

So you send it back

To me unanswered.

We’ll meet one day

And you’ll have

All the questions,

I’ll stutter out an answer.

You’ll peel back all my scales

In blinding agony

And reveal the treasure

You placed there long ago.

– Vagabond Prophet

Grass only half

Covered in frost

Incomplete transformation .

Come back soon

Finish what you’ve started.

– Vagabond Prophet

Socks getting holes
After just three uses.
Are my travels that despicable
That even my clothing refuses to go back?

Vagabond Prophet

Backtalk

The city puts

White stuff on the road

To protect against

The white stuff in the sky.

How foolish,

Haven’t we yet learned

Not to talk back

To our mother.

– Vagabond Prophet

Waiting

I’m going to be busy today

Rush rush

Go go go.

Legs walking

Arms lifting

Mind waiting patiently

For a chance to be used at all.

– Vagabond Prophet