Wandering
I was born in the Caribbean to the hum of the trade winds,
the sun? the sun has brazened my body since my feeble life begin.
So? why I long for Scotland with its dark mysterious lakes,
its kilts, its pipes in the highland played?
On mango trees I?ve climbed, from palm trees I have swayed,
the ocean waves caressed me on golden sands reclined.
So? why I long for India with its tigers and its saints,
its mantras and its yoga that make my soul vibrate?
On coral reefs I?ve stood been studied by the fish,
the manta ray I?ve seen like horse on stampede.
So? why I long for Down Under, Its kangaroos, its bush,
is it its Aborigine with their old and wisely look?
In the green and lush rain forest its brooks have lulled me by
and all my murky thoughts its waters purified
So? why I long for tundra, for caribous and wolves,
Is it the cold blue secrets, the snow and wind withhold?
Oh Shiva? Rama? Buddha
Oh Mohamed? Christ? Allah
Oh Jehovah?Wakantanka!
What is this riddle that we call life?