Here, There

by Ruhig

My tangible materialization is merely
The medium for intangible manifestations
Of waxing mind sitting somewhere
Along the paths of life
Always here
Never quite there
So unable to leave
Never quite arriving
Yet remaining steadfast
With a tip of a hat
Flourish of hands
Parting the willow’s tendrils
Blossoms, a vagrant
You may see
That resembles me