How Do I Find My Errant Love? Poem by Rani Turton

How do I find my errant love?
How do I find the path to his distant heart?
Like the course set by moving suns
Like a cold, unweary comet, trails I have spun.

Whither, whether, clear or stormy weather.
His steps err. He has gone and will not return.
I may, in silent grief, wonder
That love can be such a blunder.

I have, at times, walked past his home.
I have argued with myself and at times
Decided to leave without a pause.
Emotion, after all, writes its own laws.


Copyright: Rani Turton