I’ve always been walkabout!
Talk about surprises!

On the beach
a honeybee’s wind tossed
struggle
to get dry footing
against watery death’s
pull
reflected
all my walkabouts.

I’ve never had much footing.
Balancing on a strike-slip-fault
Ready to vault,
Born in a quake,
Apparently awake
I struggle against
Earth death’s call.

There I was
Dreaming about adventure
While having one

I’ve always been walkabout!
Talk about surprises!