The Wandering Mind

My mind wanders,

like a bird in flight,

flitting from one perch

to the distant next.

I fly to fields foreign and far,

to untold views imagined,

through written words read —

like feathers borne by wind,

gliding on unseen currents ahead.

I go where history breathes again,

to ages veiled in antiquity,

to visions of heavenly grandeur,

to humble articles about coding.

Many and far have I flown,

marking each with care,

mapping in the heart

the places I have winged to.

To take note that I was there.

Till at last, in bed once more,

my feathers shed, given to sleep —

dreams replace the dancing poetry,

till next I crack the door

to His great mystery.