Austin Blues

Walking the maze
Searching for the hidden
Garden

A bench
A niche just for me

Within the mass
Of thorny hedges
That surround me

I am lost
In the immensity
I am tired
By the search

I wonder if a garden exists
For me
In this place

I wonder if I am
Searching
Within the wrong maze

I feel out of place

Perhaps if I were a bird
I could scout the maze from the sky
Or as a rabbit
Scurry between the brambles

But there is no short cut
For my human body

And I long to return
To the beginning
And walk away from
The entrance

Turn my back on adventure
Opportunity
And new possibilities
And hunker down
In what I knew

But I'm too far in
The maze
I've turned too many corners

It only makes sense
To move forward now
To find my garden

And if it doesn't exist?
Plant seeds