Ode to the Momo Man

I am a nomad and you came to me as a home,

You are a static piece of a saving dome,

In the world of impermanence,

The non-animated joy of permanence.

Though you came with the pride of a sport’s trippant,

I judged you to be frivolous and flippant.

Even exaggerated as a modern menace,

Made a fool out of me day after day thence…

The feeling of belonging grows stronger,

But you are too slippery to hold for longer;

Yet I trap the feel of home in you 

In my gypsy’s uncertain world as a constant hew…

One day a romanticist and another day a classist;

What else do you hold to reveal sports enthusiast?

Stay as beautiful as you are 

With all the fancy masks you wear

Beneath them, I sense nobler reality;

Yet, to deal with one of the masks needs immense immunity!