Scurry Unearthed
there's this Thing
i search for
under a scope of words.
i tried to define it -
found my ability
lacking in its lyric.
lost touch,
so i wrote cadence.
words that sung well
but had lost truth.
turned stones,
metaphor,
parentheses;
searching for whatever
scurried in the moist
earth beneath.
trying to decide
if this is crisis,
or epiphany.
wondering how
to tell the difference
without a bigger
stone to turn.