A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Missing What is it I am searching for who-knows-what confused reason and cannot find? Hitchhiking on poetry's freeway without missing a beat in doodle time, I've seen houses on wheels, but I cannot turn my knotted wood into planks for my stationary hut. Does some other material exist? So I search for more. Maybe I know the answer, but it eludes me and no one can tell me it, because the question is mine. What is it that is missing like a door from a wall or a sock from the pair? |