MEANDERING TOWARD MEANING
While browsing in the pasture of my mind
And grazing on the residues of dream,
When dawn arrives, I find how thought’s inclined
And follow its illusionary gleam.
Out of the morning mists a way grows clear,
A path to travel to an unknown end,
Along which many specters may appear
That beckon me toward somewhere they intend.
Though still a mystery to wayward me,
Who trips iambically foot after foot,
Oblivious of my final destiny,
The outcome I desire is more output
Than destination, something I have made,
Not found, a calling dutifully obeyed.