Quietly Searching Poem by Dean Meredith

I slowly searched
Her volumous shelves
Hoping for a slow fix
Looking for something
Temporal but knowing
It could only be
Temporary at best

High minded plans indeed
For such a spiralling soul
Digging itself ever deeper
And yet at times like this
There was a distant glimmer
Not much but it was
Somewhere waiting for me

So I thumbed on
Through the dust
Daring not to sneeze
Nor touch my eyes
For want of redness
Nor my nervous nose
For want of running

I could not stop now
The hike had just begun
And oh what scenery
Along my merry way
All the colours
In every shade and hue
The mountain drew me on

Under rows of trees
Past rocks and falls
I heard soft sounds
Felt coolness and warmth
At different times
Along my private journey
And I saw specks of gold

I noticed other strangers
Quietly searching too
And they may have seen me
But that was not for me to know
So I stuck to my path
Wishing all that I could
Stay safe and happy as well

I did find something
Many times over
And will always go back