Moving Day

Rolling stones can gather no moss and so, much can be said for stability, for establishing roots, having a sense of place, spending generations at the old homestead. But sometimes the horizon beckons and another adventure calls -caution is tossed to the wind. And too often ( as in now) migration and fleeing, a seeking of refuge becomes the day's fare politics, economics being the great motivators. And I recall the story of a tower at Babel, a scattering of tongues, of people... And I think of nation's and borders scatterings still- of the earth beneath our feet and rivers, oceans crossed and re- crossed upteen times. I know that sometimes it's just an urge to get up and go, to get moving, to see what lies ahead, over the next hill but there is too, the hope ( the need really) for greener pastures and the misfortune of more of the same... of being unwanted and the ugliness in the words: " go back from where you came."