Smudge
I've turned around more
than once am I still
the same person each
time "I've been searchin'
every which away" for
the just-right-word to
describe what this feels
like each time around
the light has a different
cast to it and my shadow
is longer longer still I
can't find the wind on
my face and the inevitable
juncture between wish and
reality begins to smudge
if I let it I've turned
around and around just
in time to catch a glimpse
of
my self
