It

At times, it too touches me.

Material, solid, indestructible?

What it is isn’t easily explained,

isn’t easy to put down on paper,

or on canvas.

What it is is something that

isn’t easily grasped by those who

have chosen irrelevancies over mind.

What it is isn’t something you

can see, touch, taste, smell.

What it is is often misunderstood

by minds who seek nothing but

wealth, status, acceptance, and validation.

What it is is something amorphous,

something completely incomprehensible

to most I’ve come to know.

Do you know what it is?

To find what keeps on disappearing,

forcing you to keep searching;

this hope often plunged into the void.

New York City, March 2003