Libzie
Originally Written: November 3, 1998
Posted: January 18, 1999

Wandering

Wandering…
this land has no face.

I used to be able to see the trees smile;
it must've been just the ones out East.
They recognized me growing up,
my sky-reaching friends…
blowing with grace and dignity,
framing my sky…

Gone now.

Wandering…
still this land has no face.

All the days I am walking,
all the times I am taking my steps…
something is missing.
Where did all the twisting avenues go?
All the crooked old houses?
Oh, how they framed my ceiling…

Gone now.

Wandering in this strange land,
a cavernous, empty, yawning sky…

There is a nothing…
it sits on my head.
I am in its fishbowl,
fluorescent light over my water,
no end to the stretch of whiteness.
Such headaches to ponder it,
I'd better keep swimming.

Lost.

Where is my sky?