Happy Nomad

Here I sit
Looking at the red
Sedona rocks.
The sky so blue
And Snoopy sleeps
Forever on that rock.

We are just visitors
Passing through.
Nothing is ours
Not really.
Some come for awhile
Some stay for generations.

I am happy to be a nomad.
Yes, my garden barely gets started
Then I leave.
But each time
I learn a little more.
So next time,
Will be even
better.

Nothing is permanent.
All is temporary.
Moving makes that a reality.
More than most.

Some lose everything with
A storm
A fire
A flood
An earthquake.

Mother nature
Just laughs at what
We think is precious.
What is precious?
My heart.
My humor.
My smile.
These are mine,
I think.
And I share them
One soul at a time.