If you happen to stumble upon a wanderer,
unlock the door
and welcome them in; but do so knowing
that they’re only there to rest their feet.
Don’t offer to unpack their bags, instead
fill them to brimming and leave them
beside the back door, uncluttered and easy
to reach. Stoke the fire, put the kettle on,
and guard your heart.
It’s passion and pain that nurture the unsettled.
Embrace them for the moment, delight in their tales,
and commit them
to memory… when the sun rises
they’ll be gone,
pack full of hearts, soul bursting
with restlessness, leaving you
incredibly richer, and devastatingly poorer,
all at the same time.