Today I put on my trench coat
full of desires of a different day
I tuck my magnifying glass into my pocket
and I am a bloodhound,
hunting the air
for your scent
of poetry, vinyl and paint
and hints of smoke and mirrors.
I pad softly behind you,
full of delusions and confusions
I’m pretending you have left me clues
on purpose, I investigate
spreadsheets, maps, sign-posts,
dictionaries and music stores.
I tally up equations with my spell check
And look up close
with my magnifying glass
I hear an echo of a song
Full of excitement, I tell myself it’s you
and I am a greyhound
I run after you,
feeling the wind rush past my ears
and the tears fall in my doe eyes
Even with my streamlined grace
you still outrun me
Finally, I realise
You do not want to be found
I am chasing my own tale
narrated in my own voice
I take off my trench coat.
This is a re-working of a prose-like piece i wrote some time ago.