I look.
Headlights and torch beams
scouring, searching.
Reading the map,
could the compass be wrong?
I have lost my direction,
my footing has slipped.
Companion
show me the way.
I have searched high and low,
have dug trenches
and climbed hills,
swam seas,
and still the searchlight
is but pencil thin.
A tiny white light
far off,
so close,
touchable,
yet almost gone.
