Among the Living

by Christopher Hivner

I saw the line

and followed,

light from the universal glow,

a guide

to let me see

all that I have buried,

an ancient map

of oceans and sea monsters

created by the layers.

I navigated myself

with no instruments,

nodding to the stars,

the light a halo

protecting the secrets

I can’t tell,

divining the dust

that created me.

This search

for my place

pounds inside like a timpano,

pushing pulling dragging suspending flinging tempting lifting,

the stars can only guide,

I must follow,

I must decide

where X marks the spot,                

where the journey ends.

The land beneath me rises,

an island

among the spotless waves.

Christopher Hivner writes from a small town in Pennsylvania surrounded by books he intends to read if he becomes immortal and the echoes of very loud music. His new book of poetry, The Air Around Us, has been published by Cyberwit.net. Facebook: Christopher Hivner - Author, Twitter: @Your_screams