“Looking” - a poem

Eye-cornered, furtive shadow glimpses;

wisps occasioned to approximate form;

half-lit de javu of a story not yet told;

sharing my footsteps on a quest for tomorrow.

Inward trudging, mind-field tip-toeing;

look-longing glances, recognition hopes high;

Over-eye shoulder casts, no bounty shown;

dancing my thought prints of yesterday gone

Stalking perception, flashes taunting memories;

the beast, the phantom, opera with an audience of one;

warrior, wanderer, lover, king, a master of disguises;

calculating my own design, I gather the mists of today.

Shred, tear, spin and shine a bright light,

some now time, some here place, I will find the me inside.