I’ve been counting the days,
like a prisoner in a cell
scratching hash marks on the wall.
I’ve been wondering what’s out there,
imagining all sorts of things,
and my mind has run away.
My mind left me
before I even had a chance
to crack open the shell.
Now I’ve got to go find it.
I can follow its tracks,
and hope that they lead back to me.
Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine and writes poetry whenever he is too weak to resist the urge.