Day 47- 11.2.20
You’ll find me, won’t you
You’ll find me in the weeds
if you find me at all. If you find me at all it will be amongst
the thorns and critters, the shadows and thick brown silence of this here cave,
this tattered dwelling I return to
time and time again
when the loud world rumbles me dumb and fearful.
Don’t bother looking on some sunny patch of
well-fertilized grass, nor around a group of
smiling, wide-eyed yuppies.
There, you’ll find the fool who thinks himself lucky to have never known the depths
of real darkness, the fool who scoffs at scars
and talks himself in carousel circles.
No, I’ll be far from that crowd, waiting
in the mess, waiting for the storm to sigh—
that’s when you’ll find me.
You’ll find me happy.