With tales of all the wonders there to find.

From Sonnets From Later Life 1981 – 1993.  3 January 1992

Sonnet for an Oasis

by Kenneth Boulding

Long in the country of the active mind

I have been traveling with tireless feet,

Seeking my fellow travelers to greet

With tales of all the wonders there to find.

And though in devious ways the paths may wind,

Still there are many grateful pastures sweet

And moments when the journey seems complete

When all converge on points that Truth assigned.

And sometimes there are lonely deserts where

I shouted into emptiness, until

Some caravan appeared over the hill

And saved me from aloneness and despair,

And so I find my intellectual place is

Not the whole universe, but an oasis.