Wander Away At 60

I wonder sometimes,

the rains outside no different than they ever can be,

paint the ground with symbolic elements

of nature,

if we could all just walk away

hang out in the woods,

stay alone away from carrying on

misinterpretations of what it is we might

have once realized and then,

well the time,

watch on a wrist

following every second,

the minutes go by until the hours

days and weeks, the months,

now years,

still standing here, frozen in the moment,

decades of speculation

without ever really understanding why,

just why, why, what is the why

that keeps me wandering always wishing,

only realizing after the rains have gone away,

the ground is dry without that fresh cleansing air,

the sort you might feel when letting the floodgates

step outside of our own control,

wander away now,

keep going for there isn’t a lot of recall,

once the bricks have been laid,

their heavy landscape a constant reminder,

something the water cannot truly

wash away.

© Thom Amundsen 4/2021

When Wonder Whines

I sometimes look at the world we live in,

and I wonder, is it mine to simply understand

or is what there is to believe

as complicated as it might seem.


The people I interact with have similar hopes,

we all feel certain the goodness in our hearts

yet how often have we let another walk by

whom later on we wondered their whereabouts.


We all wish to be a part of the solution,

tip a feather in my hat, I knew not to wander

yet, later on, sitting in my own quiet comfort

I still begin to wonder, is this really what I mean.


I’d like to think the world holds a positive energy,

impossible to measure without that negative strain.

Wonder About Wander

I wonder,

a wander,

I wander about in wonder,

the formula of finding purpose,

while walking into forever.


I wander,

a wonder,

I wonder about in wander,

the essence of a philosophy,

while settling inside a routine.


I wonder about why,

what is it,

causes me to wander,

rather than letting my soul cry,

it is the future of a sweet wonder.


I wonder why we wonder,

while the rotation continues nearby.

Wander Wild Abandon

Welcome in the rains of summer please,

the changing of the season’s guild.

We will soon forget the arctic torment,

cried our souls for warmth and grace.

human realities will begin to appease

those necessary rituals of sunlit faith,

toward risque highlights, and low cut

silks that will arouse a man’s eyes,

tight fabrics that warm a woman’s, reveal.


Welcome in the rains of summer please,

so now we might seek out our partner,

whom through the moonlit nights we weave

a delightful design of destiny’s shelter

that place where souls might then decide,

how might they live out their august together,

holding court with new human sacrifice,

the notion that life alone is no longer welcome

becomes a mantra for knowledge might be shared.


For are we together in our need to know fatique,

when wild abandon longer seeks quiet resolve.

Seems Moon Moments

Seems the moon is full tonight

moments of clarity

indecisions, fears, apprehensions

all one

driven by a cycle of attraction.

Seems anxiety wants a traveler

to join the journey

access concern

identify worries that stir the mind.

The soul

is looking,

asking for a moment

to help decide upon a travail

a trail

with well, some, simple selected


Seems truly that the moon is full tonight

I wonder if it might be

where you are as evening prevails

near you, your, you’re wandering …

How close or far?

Seems the moon is driving me

to wonder where

your life recalls a moon,

in similar manner, mood, move

away from an odd reality …

and settle in together,