What are the words
and what do they describe?
Elation?
Disappointment?
Confusion?
What is the point of this
exercise in wanting,
in sharing
who I am now?
Is this a Genesis,
or am I seeking
Revelation?
Is this the start,
or is this the end?
Another question
I can’t hold
the answer to,
or at least not for very long.
Long on questions,
short on answers,
and inspiration only
takes you far enough
to get you lost out here,
in the morning,
in a strange neighborhood.
No different
that any other day;
stumbling through
another stanza here,
another line,
another metaphor.
Hope this one’s not a failure
too late,
I’m moving on
to another manic episode.
If I find an answer,
I’ll lose it by the time
I sit down to write again,
unless it’s something prolific.
A Revelation;
then I guess this is the end.
Am I even making sense?
Do I have to?
Stream of consciousness,
entering the rapids, now.
Hold on,
I think it smoothes out up ahead.
No need to fear.
Everyone has questions
and answers are so rare.
Just keep going.
That’s what I tell myself.
Just
one
more.
HG – 2019
