if you can, find me
i’m right here looking out
from a high mountain spot
at an early morning sunrise
or the trailing splash of
a rich sunset starting its dive
into the deep blue ocean
as i ponder the beginning
or the end

but i may be just falling
asleep in some dark cave
my head against a mother bear
settling into a long winters sleep

or again i could be riding
one of Ernest’s hobo rail cars
wondering if i will find a meal
at the next stop or maybe not

look and you may see me
standing on the Algerian beach
blinded by sun as the person
i will shoot walks toward me
and i will sit in a cell
talking to some priest
as he trys to save that
soul i’ve never understood

and then it could be
the Russian university town
as i hide behind a door
hatchet in hand waiting
for the old woman
to return to her room

do i walk the streets
of Vienna knowing i will die
in my twenties as i hurry
to an easel brush in hand
with a vision of her nakedness
that would be lewd if not for
the grotesque lines i lay upon
a blank canvas

or do you find me in
the raging waves as
we lower the boats
to futilely chase the great white
watching his eyes as he
measures his charge

but don’t try to follow me
as i chase stories across
a willow the wisp life
unless you do and find me
as i will invite you to join me
to the end

12/05/2009