Eternity

I’m lying awake, unable to sleep.

With closed eyes, my mind races and paces.

I have a pointless agenda to keep,

Full of endless tasks and unknown places.

Where does the “X” mark the spot on the map?

Where does the pen separate from the ink?

Where does the thin old tree branch bend and snap?

Where’s the line between “I feel” and “I think?”

“X” marks unknown places, under the tree,

‘Tween “think” and “feel,” where my mind longs to be.