The wavering stranger is a man not unlike you and myself.
He is a simple man with a personal agenda all his own.
He is a stranger for he has no ties to the community.
Rambling around and with one bag under his arm does he walk.
Walks wherever you and I would go for he is there with us.
I like to think him to be exceptionally talented and a true observer.
When, in reality, he is the other person that we are inside.
Our mind wanders and wonders about things that his does as well.
We are not ever satisfied with what we do so we ponder new things.
Our home is the domain we have for ourselves that is true but in reality don't we look for something greater to be our abode.
We have to admit the wavering stranger is a part of us as we ponder the life we lead.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)