Clancy O'Connell

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,



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.