Locke

I don’t want to say
that we were lost;

we were in the process
of finding

we are always in the process
of seeking

It is part of
the beauty of who
we have always been

especially with each other

Whether in the hills
of East Los Angeles
howling at the moon

Or in the cliffs
of San Carlos, Guaymas
taking in the sky

In our current quiet
I wonder
where you are,

whether you still
look out into the
open night sky,

whether you
are finding.