The Nomad

When our ancestors found that wheat

Was a good bread to eat

They settled in Jericho.

All of us are settled now,

But in our souls there is a great woe:

We don't know where to go.

I am settled in a fine place

I own a house, I live in grace,

I have a patio

But late at night when the wind lament

And  the garden shivers - my soul is rent:

I don't know where to go.

One day when I say good-bye

To life and wife, and die and fly

somewhere in a great flow

I shall be free to roam again

I'll try to find but try in vain

Where to go, where to go.

- Henry Shore

I found this beautiful poem in the biography of JRD Tata "Beyond the last Blue mountain".....and it echoes the very emotion of the nomad within my soul. 

That's the beauty in poetry...you read a poem and find the very emotions of your soul mirrored in the words of someone else and you know that you are not alone on your road, that there have been many before you and that there shall be many who shall come after you.