My soul has roamed around

eternity trying to find answers

to questions neither right nor

relevant. It has pushed and

pulled at rivers, controlled

weather vanes, caught rain

in buckets to drown out weary

tears. It has piled up dreary

pebbles in fierce SOS’ to the

sky. Just for worn old pilots to

whizz on by. I want my feet

now deep down into luscious

Earth. I want to forget about

the how; nor ever birth another

why. Let me be. Let me lie

forever in time’s wistful stream.

Never try. Let me dream on

gentle beams of flowing endless

themes. Let me sigh.