Bring me back
from where my mind
has run off the road,
twisted around trees,
bent around rocks.
I’ve been lost,
turning any way
but the right one.
I never thought that
finding my way
would entail
losing the path
I was put on to start.
I’d like to say I know
where the next leap
will put my feet;
the next corner
will bring about
a paved road to travel on;
or the final
bump
that has thrown me off
too many times,
and it will finally be,
the final one.
Sometimes people need
you to throw that buoy
out to sea;
and find what they’ve
been fishing for;
ironically capturing
that which you’ve
been searching for,
in all the wrong waters…