The Search

Words spill like water
falling down from river's end on
rock on sand onto my open palms.
I cannot keep them, these
black on white beings twist out of the
world quicker than
my heart beats and
again I am searching for their elusive print
in my mind.

These days, life seems to be strung together
from one search to another
like lanterns in the dark.
As soon as I find one answer I am
diving for the next question,
hoping it will lead me to an answer that will solve all of
the question marks and let me sleep.

What would life be without yearning for the perfect
response? I expect
I would sleep more and eat
less, find less
comfort in
the sunset and no longer bathe in the blue
rivers of my youth.

I'm lucky, my search is never
ending, never
over.
With all question marks by my side,
I will keep over turning rocks to see
what words skitter out
what monochromatic gods reveal themselves to me,
and catch a glimpse of heaven for a moment
in the sand.