Michael O’Brien lives and writes in New Jersey.
Am I Lost
By Michael O’Brien
I see the new frost As I touch this new land.
on the ground. I used to mindlessly mine
Am I lost, if for what they said
I don’t want to be I should find. The spoils of that
found? crime.
Can no longer fret I will gently
about all I didn’t decline.
pack. And I don’t know I was always told
yet. If I’ll let myself about all the gear
turn I will need to survive.
back . But the horizon is
I lost every plan clear.
I made. I’m here.
They’re dancing in the I’m alive.
wind. I see the new frost
But I’m not on the ground.
afraid. Am I lost
And it’s all if I
starting to feel don’t want to be
like home. found?
Within, this
freefall.
No longer need
where I’ve been.
I’m where I am.
I’ll proceed
with a
grin.
I love the poem, but the format was distracting.