Proof Of Life Poem by YURI DURAAN

Will someone send out a search party?
Please include all ex army-majors,
ex-husbands,
ex-teachers...
all uninspired realists and pragmatists who
thought I was going down the wrong track and
who wanted to set me straight...

I am missing in action!
I'm lost in the hallways of briliant minds
of poets past and present
finding my way down alleys and secret
passageways, lured deeper by the
light of promise to the
Place of Beginning of Poems

I have been fasting in anticipation of the
feast which awaits me when I get there...
one more click of a button, one more
turning of the virtual page and I shall
get to know the Secret from which
all poems flow...

I am dead to the ordinary world now,
the only proof of life to be found
my beating heart,
on a desert floor
saturated with the words of those
who starved before me...