I realised just
the other day
that I’d lost the truth,
and it was no where
to be found
on the ground,
in the air,
inside or out.
And search as I may,
it alluded my gaze
and I began to worry
that the truth would
never be found again.
I looked high and low
and even higher
on top of the
best ones of the lot,
but still its face
could not be seen
and it’s presence
was not where
it had been
in all the places
I had looked before.
But then, after the
balm of night’s shady sleep,
I began to think again,
and it occurred to me
that I was looking
in all the right places
but just seeing one thing,
when the truth is that
truth is seen in many places,
was always in front of me,
and it’s many faces
are everywhere.
6/12/2016