lost
i dunno what i think im doing with this.
i dunno what i think im doing with anything anymore..
i just feel pretty lost..
i guess this is the part where i use someone else's words to compensate
for my own inability to say something about myself:
"under a hat rim"
while the hum and the hurry
of passing footfalls
beat in my ear like the restless surf
of a wind-blown sea,
a soul came to me
out of the look on a face.
eyes like a lake
where a storm-wind roams
caught me from under
the rim of a hat.
i thought of a midsea wreck
and bruised fingers clinging
to a broken state-room door.
--carl sandburg