My mother would adamantly disagree. Even that time that I ran away, I was never lost, I knew where I was. And the time in the library, the department store, the grocery store, the fair, the amusement park, etc. etc. But we always found each other, right?
AMONG WOMENWhat women wander?Not many. All. A few.Most would, now & then,& no wonder.Some, and I’m one,Wander sitting still.My small grandmotherBought from every peddlerLess for the ribbons and laceThan for their scentOf sleep where you will,Walk out when you want, chooseYour bread and your company.
She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”She looked fragile but hadHigh blood, runner’s ankles,Could endure, endure.She loved her rooted garden, herGrand children, her onceWild once young man.Women wanderAs best they can.Maria Ponsot