What words,
What song,
or melody
might prove
this life in pen?
What long road,
or far off
distant horizon?
What touch?
What skin?
What breath,
might open up
my eyes
a little wider?
What color?
What shape?
What flavor
might incite
the revelation coming?
The search always remains.
Some say
there is a completeness
at the end
of the long drive.
That may be true,
but I have always
been one
to become
listless quickly,
as if I consume
my reserves
of answers
too soon
and I am left
with that eternal void
of questions.
What morning
might be the one
that yields inspiration?
What night
might be the last?
What words
will come to me
in the moment?
Will I
remember
to remember them?
Just a man
with his words
and his questions
for the world.
DJR – 2023
