The Wanderers

Circling in powerful loops
around their revered camp fire.
Appearing and then disappearing
from our observance.

At that routine for millenia,
constant yet never restless.
They've kept their secrets:
potent, explosive, beautiful.

They've always been enigmatic
through the peephole of our vision.
A band of chasing brothers
performing their eternal ancient ritual.

We are just like them: brothers
cared by a single mother,
with some adopted children.
Wandering in the dark and desolate frontier.