In this present hour,
is there any constellation that can
give me consolation?
I could barely see the diamonds
through all the pollution.
Now, not-so-dry eyes must
contend with the rain too?
Just when I’m feeling less like a coward,
it is the rain that knocks me down again,
hitting me like baby sledgehammers
against worn and torn brick.
If you are my designated map,
why am I still riding around in circles?
I’m not looking for a light show;
I just want the arrow pointing in
the proper direction.
Console me brave creature…
guide me home.