Wanderlust

Found this poem in the book Wanderlust, by Danielle Steele


Wander, wander,
  wandering
    meandering,
    the urge to roam,
     to dance,
      to fly,
       to be,
      the search for
     free,
   the need to see
  to go
  to find
to search
  to do,
   my thirsts
    so easily quenched
   so close to home
  and yours so grand,
so elegant,
  so marvelous,
   climbing mountaintops
     and elephants
      and tiger hunts
       and dancing bears
      and far off stars
     and trips to mars
   and all of it
  so wild,
so vast,
  so free,
   as you go wander,
    wander,
     wandering,
      and then the best
       part of all
        when, satisfied,
       complete,
      and happy now,
     you wander
   slowly
  home
to me.