searching I am searching for a poem reaching I've been reaching to find it here and there high and low all the usual places poems tend to go I thought yes, I thought I saw it yesterday in the sky the very blue sky above my head with whitest clouds clearest view of nostalgia almost ... you yes, I thought I found my poem as I ought but it was just a sky with rambling memories in a passing cloud gone by I wondered if it just might be my poem in this morning's rain that fell drop by drop on me caressing my skin so cold and harshly briskly wakening me but no only rain only pain no poems hidden here I fancied a look in the mirror and in pictures I took was this some existential crisis? was I to seize some grand truth about myself? To learn some horrid fault I hid on some subconscious shelf? Nope It wasn't all me, me ,me as we like to believe not this poem not this time ...