It’s “only” 11 o’clock
but it feels like 3 a.m.
Gotta get up at five
gotta go to sleep now…
Listened to an interview with the writer,
watched a documentary about the filmmaker,
read an article about the artist
and a book about the warrior
and the spiritual leaders.
Where am I now
in this journey?
Lost and confused
near hopeless
empty and wanting
seeds that want growing…
Desert fruits grow somehow
on a drop of water.
A sapling finds its way
in the shadow of the hemlock and fir.
I’m still “wandering the desert”
In search of answers
And maybe treasure, too.
But I know it’s just torture
and testing
of a mind and a body
too human or not human enough
for this struggle and this journey
while punching the time clock
and dreaming of sea cliffs and paintings and stories…
