so do i just wait here?

poetry

sketchbook selfie in pen and ink



one day
					     i’ll see you

in the veins of a crispy, autumn leaf 
		
					
in the 
		final flicker 
	
of 
								
							a shooting 
                                       
                                                                                         STAR
		
but today i can’t see you                           
                                                        anywhere


i ask 

	but 
		you 
			won’t 
				   show yourself
	
so I am a line-drawing gone mad! a head without a home! a body run amok! a kiss with nowhere to 



land



	
but maybe 
									there’s a 
method 
									to my 
madness
									truth in my 
longing
									peace in my 
maybe

and 
		patience
					patience
								patience
											patience

patience could be stuck in traffic

we’re sorry, your package is running late

                                Rumi told me what i seek is seeking me

so i guess i better stay put

so it can find me

and maybe i'll do something good



while i wait