Diving for Truths

Plunging down

into the unknown

I reach and take

again and again

then out of breath

I break the surface

gasping 

for familiar air

my hands 

still tightly gripped

I wait

my backpack heavy 

with

colorful shells

abandoned homes

of those 

with stories

never 

told.

The Map

I need that map

to find that place 

I need to go

else postpone 

my will 

to go 

I wake this morning 

lost a dream

yet I find

time marks that spot

on the map

she kept in mind

for me

to find

Where are the words?

Where are the words?

When waiting for them

to arrive

I stand beside

empty tracks

awake in the still

darkness 

day doesn’t break

I can’t remember

holding a just arrived

letter in hand

ballpoint penned words

vague memories

night sky stars

silent pin points

evening primroses

waiting for dawn

a black cat

awaits its next

meal

a pencil in hand

and a rover on Mars

finds not one

cigarette butt

left by a wayward

poet.