midnight calls
My # 18 for National poetry Month
i struggle to find myself at midnight.
like a fish,
jumping from one lily pad to another,
i wander about without gills
to translate my call.
the world sleeps.
unheard,
unanswered
i gaze into the dark
finishing the ablutions required,
seeking identity deeply packed
within the pores of my cheek.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015