A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.
A Nomad (Revised)
I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad
The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad
My nomad’s world is flowing wider
Broken trees floating on a flooding river
These empty words, today seem drier
The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver
This final message, I falsely send
We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend
My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat
Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022









