31st December 1919 – 6th March 2005
Don’t know where to find him.
How can I truly care?
He left nothing behind him.
Tokens that would remind him
He’d scattered, who knows where.
Don’t know where to find him.
Where was the link to bind him
To his child? Should I care
He left nothing behind him?
I found a note signed by him.
Familiar yet rare.
Don’t know where to find him.
I wrote to define him
In curls and loops we share.
He left nothing behind him.
Maybe life resigned him
To desire but not to dare.
Don’t know where to find him
He left nothing behind him.
Janet Budd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-arthur-to-zen/
