I Should Have been a Vagabond

Rambler or drifter, call it what you will, I should have been one. I'm a nomad in my soul. It runs deep in me, perhaps in my ancestry or in a former life. I don't know if there are formerlives or afterlives, but I feel the pull of the rest of the world at all times in this life. My feet are itchy and want for ground to scratch themselves upon. It's not like I don't feel I have a home, it's the contrary, I feel the whole world is my home. Every corner of every place I've never been is my home, and I must patrol it to maintain sovereignty. I want to know the next sunset in the next place intimately and kiss a drink from a clear creek just before I cross it. I can picture myself riding the rails in a boxcar with One Eye Jill, singing folk tunes, honking on a Hohner. Or beating the terrain on a mountain ridge, feeling the bitter happiness of solitude and loving the crisp cold air expanding my chest.