Something About Midlife
from Out With Lanterns
I have lost my address in the cold clear lake. Disoriented, disabused, unsure now which direction is home. Should I follow sunrise or sunset? It’s the last act of the movie and nothing has been predictable, except of course we could’ve predicted this. I stand at the edge of the dock, searching for that tiny slip of paper, knowing it likely dissolved long ago, quickly became fish fodder. If I knew where to go to return to myself, I’d be walking by now, but I am not moving from shore, searching for what is missing.
