In search







By afternoon, tired of Como
of walking, talking, eating, drinking, clicking
full to the brim
my senses numb
I sought that elusive
something
for the soul.







In the museum, amid
Greeks, Romans, Egyptians,
I stared blank-faced at
our stony past
and returned
unchanged;
a sapless soul.








What I needed I found
back home; next to
the dark waters
cupped by blue mountains
a restless mind
entered
the deep Lake of Solitude.



* * *

[That was part 4 of the Como series. It wasn’t planned; it came tumbling out, and I don’t know what it is.]


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