Poem: Changes 56/The Wanderer

1
The mountain stands still
Above it fire rises up—

Strange lands and separation
Are the wanderer's lot

When home is the road
Caution and reserve protect you from evil—

2
The fire on the mountain
Races on to new fuel

Like the wanderer
Who comes to an inn

The inn burns down
And the stranger in a strange land

Has no one left —CODE RED—
Circumstances cause us to seek

Our place in foreign parts
Like when a bird's nest burns up—

And for the rest
Of her days

She seeks a home
She never finds.
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