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,

    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.