Enigma Poem by Thompson Emate

''I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.'
-James A. Owen

Sometimes I'm not bothered about who I am,
I'd rather be docile and calm,
Hope for light in what I see
as I sojourn across the turbulent sea.

Sometimes I'm absorbed by the pursuit of redemption's light,
Oblivious to the recalcitrant night,
Though monsters stand at my window,
My mind sees a blooming meadow.

Sometimes I walk through the deep
when the dawn is asleep,
Mystery sits in my room,
I'm held in its womb.

Sometimes I'm asking questions,
I get vague suggestions,
Thus I'd rather look,
Searching for answers in the ancient book.