The Unwilling Voice! Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why did you send me searching?
I'm not the one you seek
There's a multitude of minds penetrating
The astral depths of inner peace and clarity,
Much more composed than mine.

Who am "I" convincing?
Not even my shadow that's dogged with apathy,
Wants to retain a vine or spring
That climbs or topples down the mountain valley.
Such men as "I" have marble veins.

They have hearts of immoveable rock.
Why did you send me searching?
What avalanches of discovery am I to meet?
I, who'd be as the wind on his pathless heading,
More like a goat than any sheep.

I'm not the one you seek
There are throngs of fish in your ocean.
"Have you never heard of catch and release? "
Let the little fries' go and feed your clansmen
They're too numerous and only too happy to bespeak.

{Truly, I'm not the one you seek…? }