Seekers Poem by Barry Middleton

all the seekers show up here
scanning for inspiration
and finding only dawn and dusk
they sink in self-indulgent ego

they paint rainbows of hope
on life's battering ram
breaking through the prison door
with fairy tales and wistfulness

just before the inquisition
they speak of love in spring
they claim there is nothing else
not even high deeds or poetry

at the tunnel's end they see light
stars swirl on a starry night
a black cloud crosses the moon
but then the darkness comes

all the seekers show up here
and finding only dreams
they write them down in verse
casting coins into a darkened well