our minds reach out hungrily for learning
often finding too little upon which to feed
memory holds more than many expect
knowing words is not knowing thoughts

when one lays awake at night
he thinks of many things
seeing one dream slide away
down distant hills and another born
some dreams come again and again

we walk upon lofty mountains at night
I bring sticks for our affectionate fire
we watch while flames embrace them
destroying that which they need and love


Looking out across withered emptiness
I realize nothing wanders there but a stream
struggling aimlessly between rolling hills
some of which are girdled by twisted trees
poor stream itself looks lost going nowhere

Not even high tufted clouds show a hint rain
as they look down from their wind-blown trek
across a perfect sky looking down with disdain
as midday or midnight all share a sameness
and say nothing matters with nowhere to go

While I am feeling worthless bitter and cold
a desire to belong but no will left to seek
but what would it suffice would seeking
bring anything more nothing is there
going nowhere I see emptiness what is left?

…..Jerry Marks