Reels of memory
roll like a movie
through my mind.
I watch my life as silent shorts-
bittersweet and filled with longing,
never empty, yet 
never satisfied for long;
I hunger
for the next word, image,
scent, sound
for inspiration;
I search the sky,
the trees -- everything above me,
I study the earth,
with every step I take,
looking for meaning
in the lay of the land;
I slip through crowds,
finding comfort in corners,
watching, waiting
for the rub of humanity to move me.
Restless, I shift
and close my eyes,
and listen...
to the erratic tempo
of life keening.
And I seek meaning.