SOUL TREASURE

Soul Treasure

So this poem walks into a bar and...

just kidding..

the walking part is true but not into a bar,

just down an unknown street,

maybe an alley..

a pointless stroll of thoughts,

rush hour traffic

in the caffeinated workshop of my mind

maybe not pointless, 

hard to say at this early juncture, 

these journeys have a way of tripping onto an insight 

laying around some corner

but maybe not, 

what is most important?

the destination

or

the walk itself?

..a GPS does not adventure make,

maybe this doesn’t really qualify as poetry, 

it’s not concise nor metaphorical, 

there are no allusions to nature

(not yet anyway), 

and it obviously has no idea where it’s headed

 or what it wants to say, 

it is itself more like

a pilgrim on a road, more like a stream,

now a boat, moored in a harbor,

now rowing through words,

capsizing-

then sinking to unfathomable depths

where lost ancient treasure chests  

resting on deep ocean floors

wait in surprisingly fine condition

to be discovered,

sunken plunder

waiting for a poem brave enough

or crazed enough 

to dive down deep enough

to salvage long lost gold, 

enchanting jewels,

childhood joy-

oh, now i see!

sometimes these poems end in a prayer 

and other times they are 

an answer to that prayer.

that’s what this walk, this poem, 

this under sea salvation 

was about after all.

recovering lost joys,

hidden treasures of the soul.

a stroll into the deep dark lost within

to find ones gold, 

Yes,

to find ones gold..