Monday, April 12, 2010

fail to see

you say that you cannot find me

and here i am
where i've always been

i am the poet

i am the ink

i am the bark of the tree

and that blade of grass

i am the wispy cloud
the gravel on the road
the hay stack

and the humming bird

i am the poem
and the pebble

and inevitably,
i am the rock.

i am also the
person looking
out the window
every now
and then

in case
you come home

1 comment:

Americanising Desi said...

just in case -

but i dont ever want that to be your base!

i had enough of waiting and the darn chase :)