Poem: Sojourner of Truth by Mark Tulin

As a poet,
I try to find what’s true.
I try to speak what’s real,
but I seldom do.

Instead, I get my wires crossed
like two gulls who share
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.