WHEN ALL SEARCHING SEEMS FRUITLESS

I sorrow

But I know not

What is sorrowed for…

The days at hand,

Or the melting away of onetime?

I search

In my sorrow

For what?

What intangible do I seek

Sometimes

A poem

Or just a line or two

–strong wild words—

Will strike at my heart’s door

And shatter the windows of my mind

Such moments I store away

For re-dreaming

When all searching seems fruitless

And all sorrow rootless