Deserts (draft of a poem I am working on)

by thecustomhouse

IMG_0415(The fin is from a stuffed animal, a dolphin, one of my kindergarten students gave to me in Phoenix. His mother said he chose it himself, because he thought I missed water.)

Wherever we are,
we go looking for ourselves in other people
and do not find them.
It’s too heavy a task to ask of another person,
to show us who we are.
Like asking a travel agent to recommend a place
to return home to.