Poetry

Poem: Sojourner of Truth

As a poet,
I try to find what’s true.
I try to speak what’s real
but I seldom do.
Instead, I always seem
to get my wires crossed
like two crows
sharing the same utility pole.

It’s not easy
being a sojourner
of truth.
It’s not easy being
a rebel of honesty
when there’s a revolution
of one.

I grab the truth’s slippery essence
with uncertain fingers
and watch it slide
from my grasp
into oblivious waters.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

10 comments on “Poem: Sojourner of Truth

  1. I enjoyed your your poem Mark. Oh, I think we all let those elusive words trickle through our fingers.
    “I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.” – Leonard Cohen

  2. Oh yeah! So well put!

  3. blindzanygirl

    “The truth’s slippery essence.” Oh how descriptive this is. And I agree

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