My inquisitive heart has been tugging at me to move in a new direction I cannot yet see.  This is a reflection about what is going on inside as I search for it.

 

NOT A PLACE

It is not a future place I long to find

identified by GPS coordinates

located by technical touch

from options on a map already travelled.

 

This is the source of my confusion

to believe my current longing

is for a path already there

to a place already discovered.

 

And this is my fear

to believe it is not so

but rather a path yet to create

to a place yet to be discovered.

 

My memories try to comfort me

by luring me to re-follow trails of past joys

though overgrown with age.

 

They are ready, these memories,

to assist my answering

but I have not yet 

asked the new question.

 

So remembrances flood my mind 

with fragments

seeking to create a new form, 

but, having no direction for a shape,

I am left to witness messes of mind

rather than the comfort of creativity.

 

Let this be my realization:

to dare to ask a question

I have yet to create

thankful for memories

ready to guide the answer.

 

© Betty Luceigh, 2012