First Poem in a long time:


Learning again
to learn. again.
Unsure about
being unsure. again.
Wondering why
I’m again wondering.
Wasn’t I supposed
to be sure by now?
Wasn’t I supposed
to find an answer
or two?
I sought and found
I knocked and doors opened
I asked and much was given.

And now
Back to the seeking,
But this time
With less fear,
more faith
that the labyrinth
will circle to the center
again and
I will find something
at the heart.