It's billowing, lilting, flowing.
Everywhere I go it seems to be there but I don't know what it is
or even what it wants.
Why won't it go away?
Sometimes it encases me in it's hold and I think the tight grasp will never give way.
Other times it's as if I can never find where it's hiding,
yet I keep searching, seeking, because it's what I want at the moment.
Silence
The quiet river bed.
The lonely corner in a crowded room.
We all want it- at one point or another-
the question is...
Can we find it?
