josh kliner

The One

Maybe he is the one.

Maybe he is the one
who holds the keys to my soul.

The keys to this dark and brooding
ever failing
ever searching
ever trying to climb through the mire and
glimpse the lighted hope of tomorrow's sunrise
soul.

Maybe he holds
the future's promise
and yesterday's wisdom
and today's lessons.

Maybe he is the one.

I stretch my gaze into his knowing eyes
and ask the longing questions
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I doing these things that I do?

But he just
licks his chops,
then his nose,
and runs after his ball.