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

     

Copyright 2006 by James Downs