Currently Listening Lookaftering By Vashti Bunyan see related

Back upon the bed, restless eyes scan a ceiling of questions –

Three others sonorous rumbles shiver about the room as rocks tossed beneath a creek – but I am blissfully unaware, foam stuffed in my ears to make me so.

Strains of tomorrow and years forward whistle in, though closing in with such ferocity I can’t quite make out their shape –

A purpose, a defining, an understanding of….what exactly?

I watch as one upon a hill with field glasses, trying to make out a pattern from the rolling tumbling madness all around-

Making maps of all notable features found, I am still unable to find a path-

Surely, all these strings tied at points along the way will pull taut once I stumble across the center, a conclusion that leads to all beginnings-

These three most recent years were filled up as a closet, each hour spent mulling about the collected bits and re-reading faces to see if there might be some clue here or there; each night was revision of the past, with hope of discovering something new, something leading – till one brain found fever, and a hopeless pallor spread about as a smothering blanket on a summer night.

I wait now, not in one place, but travel on in joy and hope to bump into wayposts, to turn corners and strike through some web of truth; enjoying the hours, using the hours-

Maybe this new approach will catch the holders of wisdom off-guard, so long shielding their gems from my clawing, the moving away from their mountain may cause stones to fall.