November 28, 2012


I'm always asked
to step aside,
right away
I'm patted down.
Then they say,
I'm not their kind,
but I never make
a single sound.
They're just
doing their job,
I have nothing
left to hide.
Still, like them,
I'm in search of me,
wanting to know
what I've left behind,
if, someday
I might be found.
Once I'm released,
I'll go searching
on my own,
if I still happen
to be around.
They seem to know,
so much more than I,
all the places
I am bound.