not yet enough

preliminary thinking for an event next year…

i turned off the highway
that went through the centre

there was no forethought
and no consultation

just a moment’s decision
with no going back.

i would like to find myself here
as the stories suggest
but the truth is, i know only that I am
as I always was
lost.

and I search for the romance,
and glamour,
for the epic tale of discovery
to be heralded with statues
and made into the object of history lessons –

but my search just leaves me with blistered feet
sunburnt skin
and a naked soul.

and giving up hope that i will be heard
i whisper all that is left into the air:
all desires condensed into one –
to not be here

and my words move through the air
reflecting off unseen surfaces
until they form a mocking inflection
and wrap their tendrils around me;

until the air itself
echoes my prayer

that is all there is

and it’s not yet enough.

1 Comments

  1. Itsjust

    your rite “its not yet enough”
    but despite the sunburnt skin, the some times mocking inflections and I doubt there will ever be statues! I think its wonderful that with out forethought or consultation a few simple turns has brought us to

    “not yet enough”

    looking forward to the next turn and hope there is no end to the road insight.

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