Like a vagrant bird, carried by the wind,
I left my past behind, distracted myself from what lay within.
I found the beaches and rivers, the forests and mountains.
I was captivated by the heavens and the nocturnal,
And a presence my heart so long had yearned for.
I was finally happy on my own, self-reliant and overwhelmed,
I lived to drive through the night, never missing a sunrise.
The canyons called my name and I shed my disguise.
I found my home on the road, states away from my old life,
Surrounded by nature, free from the city lights.
But even a vagrant bird must land, by choice or indisposition,
So I recollect my memories while I lay awake at night,
My newfound wings tucked away until their next flight.
I can still smell the sagebrush, even taste the desert dust,
While I wait patiently for the winds to take me west.
Jordan McFarlen