I am the artist, the looker and seer,
belonging to no niche, no definite set,
I roam the world.
Back alleys and Saturday morning towns are
my reason for living.
Side streets and abandoned woods pull me
from childhood to my T shirt old lady self.
The grain of the bark, the tree’s angular reach,
excite me like the thick of your hand.
Possessing nothing more
than my box of pencils and brushes
my sustenance, the momentary torment
It’s time to move on
and ramble home.
Writing, art, and photo credits: Susan E. Rowland
Journal prompt: 1) take a walk, bike ride, or drive around your own neighborhood. Look for one or two things you never noticed before in your familiar environment. Write about what you’ve seen. 2) Take an exploratory trip into a new place like the next town over or a city neighborhood with which you’re not familiar. What kinds of thoughts do you have?