“Find your center. Stay there.”

But I am the point in the dart

Aiming for the bulls- eye

And missing more often than not.

Land on 13, 1, 3- you know, odd numbers.

If I could find the center,

The tender middle,

I would perhaps be devoured.


William, you told me to stay honest,

And then left

For another pasture.

What can I do, but keep wandering,

Keep following the bees

For something sweeter?