Walking in the bookstores, searching, questing, testing,
which book is the one, not for fun, or congesting,
IT will fill the hole in my dissatisfaction, it will give
meaning to an otherwise empty space filled by my warm

                                                                                      body.

I have been at this for years, sometimes I walk out with
less than I went in, other times I walk out with what I
bought and it is all for
naught and leaves me cold   to   the   touch,
                                     doesn't matter much,
in my dysthymic passive aggressive crunch.

I have Jesus, and I hope it does not take me
until eternity to have my ah-ha moment,
good or bad, don't point me at an omen.

Life is as fluid is the water cycle, and as
hard to find as the water table,
in the desert.

So how do I leave you;
I don't know the answer
to the impossible question,
a cramp in my digestion,
a cactus thorn in my side, doubt
not only clouds my mind and
evaporates my sound judge-
ment; but would I recognize,
or would it be discovered a surprise,
if I found what I was really
looking for.


  ©DWE072013