did once i know where i belong,
was told so long ago,
at night, perhaps, with a whisper, low,
or loud, in the morning light?
and forgot and had to learn anew
and have to learn every day
with a brain like a vessel with countless holes
that continues to leak and lose?
say, what kind of voyage can this be
and where will it lead in the end
and how do i know when to stop and rest
and when to quit wasting time?
ah, tonight, I sway a bit,
as the quest is acutely real:
is this an epiphany that merely reminds
or a revelation that teaches anew?
maybe the answer is nearer now
than it was before the question arose,
but perhaps that isn’t at all the case
and even rhetorically questionable at best.