Walking, walking then walking some more
hopefully an answer will emerge
from the mire I think, really I give up, 
when will it come, where will it come, or
               will it come

Walking, walking without direction
eyes focus downward, contemplating
when a movement occurs, nothing more, nothing less
a small dull bird flies across my path
landing in a tree yet 
            I’m unable to see

A voice from above sings a clear pure note
attracting me for a moment, then swiftly flies
away, this small dull creature
with a powerful voice

Deliberately turning, 
                I walk back home 

Marvin Young