If I look hard enough,
I’m sure to find something.
Even if it’s not peace.
Even if it’s just an old love letter
long buried at the bottom of a trunk.
And if I feel hard enough,
then feelings will get their due.
It could be rain on my face.
Or wind buffeting my hair.
Try taste
and the singular may not come my way.
But there’s comfort in the familiar.
And the journeys that go nowhere
always end up someplace.
I can kick a pebble or a habit.
I can run and errand or a mile.
Life is unexciting most times.
But it’s better if I participate.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.

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