Life
Life is a journey of seeking.
We look for what we want to do
When we grow up.
We look for items, family
Schools, careers, friends, books
Better days, food, bathrooms, language.
A college, a love, a spouse.
We look for purpose, for meaning.
For lost children’s shoes, baby toys,
Glasses, teeth, soft food, a bed.
Whatever it is we look and search,
Finding things that define our life
Even as we dont’ know why
We are are here or if anyone
Made us, if we are alone.
Life is a search and a joy,
A noble quest for something we
Never can quite idntify
Curiosity at its best,
Resilience and drive of the
Indomitable human spirit.
We will go mad trying
To define ourselves with language,
And from that madness
There is poetry.
Away
Who am I when
I am you
Away, away, I fly
Fleeing inside
My inner eye
Dance, dance little puppet
For the master demands
Wake up, wake up
The puppeteer’s hands.
Raise oh raise
The curtain high
Come one, come all
A show is nigh
The boy who is
But somehow isn’t
A magic act so unresilient
Stuff here, tuck there
Now bind it all down
No boy here just
A girl all worn down.