Oxenfree

Olly Olly

“Oxenfree”

 

I looked in my backyard

But did not find it

Out amongst the cornfields,

The historic registry,

The small-town years which turn

One into the other without distinction.

 

I looked in Providence

But did not find it

Out alongst the river fires,

The university district,

The street I lived on where no

One else was speaking English.

 

I looked in the geyser basin

But did not find it

Out amidst the bison herds,

The mist-shrouded mornings,

The beautiful blue-eyed boy who whispered

Such conflicted convictions.

 

I looked inside myself

But did not find it.

 

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

What exactly are you looking for?

An interesting write. I usually find that if I stay still a moment, hush my mind, I will find what I'm looking for.