So many times

in the world of dreams

I try to find my way

Searching, seeking; always

prying behind closed doors

What is it that I look for,

and cannot ever find

Tenacious is the search,

frustrating and wearisome

Floors of buildings,

doors of room after room;

Street signs that disappear

Telephone numbers that refuse

to sequence, and directories

that jumble their names

I wander the streets of unknown

cities, not knowing where to turn

Turning nonetheless, I circle back to

where I've been; yet not where

I seek to be