I close my eyes and search my mind for words
That say how I feel, but reach beyond my

Narrow path. The night grows short as time slips
Into day, my eyes ache for sleep and dreams.

I put this off as long as I can, but
this does not help me find elusive words.

I go from here to there and back again
With my bucket scooping and sifting thoughts

From the accumulated sediment
Within my muddled head that make no sense,

And after all is said and done, no doubt,
You will be left still wanting to know why.





©April 12, 2025
Diane E. Dockum