Where do you go when bow your head and shuffle past,
with your hands deep in your pockets,
and you feet in the faults of the earth,
and you head in the sky?
When the sky is dark
and the trees are a hazy silhouette against your wearied trust,
a colorless horizon,
can you still see the sun?
Through an open window
or under the door,
a crack in the wood,
splintering you in two -
Light.
To go away,
find a place
veiled under a map,
hoping to find answers,
but instead
there are only veins and roads and vines
twisted together
until it's impossible to see which is which.
You found a cave where you can bury yourself
under a blanket of soil,
and sleep until the light awakens you.
Under your skin are moon beams,
effervescent,
refulgence.
Unread
Untouched
Unseen.
But behind your eyes -
nothing
and everything.
Still searching for
something,
somebody,
but finding nobody
being anybody
least of all yourself.