Intrepid wanderer, endlessly searching for the story of you,
Oblivious to the scattered clues you’ve dropped behind,
We trail you through the forest,
Hungry field mice
Eagerly gathering the bread crumbs and
sprouted seeds of your existence,
storing them up for the winter.
And still you go hungry.
~Laura Young, 2005

This is a song that has meant a lot to me over the past few years, and runs parallel to your poem.
http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php?u=http%3A//www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DKqfkUPlzVHo&t=I%27ll%20lead%20you%20home
Posted by: buddy the wild geek | March 18, 2009 at 08:27 AM
Beautiful and timely for me now. Thank you.
Posted by: Bec | March 26, 2009 at 11:46 AM
You are most welcome, Bec.
Posted by: Laura | March 31, 2009 at 01:04 PM