Homeless

My feet move between realms, a dust-ridden, moss-cloaked path.

My feet move me onwards, never backwards, never looking at the past.

My eyes search the light, the crisp edge of shadows that glitters.

My eyes look to the sky, the trees, watching squirrels bicker.

My hands hold all I possess, all I am, all of my penniless worth.

My hands reach out for a home, for some; a place of birth.

My legs keep on moving, muscles aching, along this hidden road.

My legs keep me running, past small princes disguised as toads.

My heart remains hopeful of a path that isn't so cold.

My heart looks for a gap in the earth, a story yet to be told.