Always Been Looking - Sept. 3, 2024

Gary Hunter
Sep 2, 2024
1 min read

I remember flipping rocks in streams watching crayfish skitter away

to slip under other rocks as minnows hovered against the current

watching me ply those creeks for life and other shaded mysteries

for my whole life I’ve never stopped turning things over searching for

the mystery of life meditation aimless driving after dark seeking out

teachers and gurus and self-help courses to open or turn me inside out

is death just another stone to roll away to see what crawls out

or like molting out of a shell looking for a glimpse of myself

running naked for cover

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