#992 - wisdom of Snufkin

 

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wisdom of Snufkin

the philobond

 

for a Moomin series –

birthday poem for Heidi Solhoff

 

 

wide brim

and some say shabby

 

it’s the curling up

it’s the fond abscond

 

all to do as I please

 

one may have been born under such a hat

pipe to puff along

 

give everything away and go

be carried

whim for a tune

 

up in a tree

like most the stars

 

shun signs

 

admired among the least

and humble secret so

 

go by harmonica shine

 

adventure more

the less you are

the more you are unknown

 

by campfire

lit in a cave

as if by accident of adventure

(dangers nothing)

 

it’s to nowhere

to no place at all

mustn’t have a name

 

the solitude of freedom such

 

take a word for now

let go

 

words are always a dangerous journey

 

south for the winter

back for the spring

 

nobody knows where I am

and least I

 

everything on my back

is the nothing that I’ll need

 

make a poem just like this

and vanish in that far