I knew a boy once
looking for his path in life
he asked an ashram
if he could come to them
for a while–
no, they said, we sent
your name into the universe
and it didn’t come back
so, he became a banker.
I’ve often wondered where it went:
did the universe send it back
to a bank somewhere
or is it only ashrams where
that kind of thing happens?
if not a bank, where is it? and
where, for that matter,
is my name, the heart of me
I’ve sent out into the world
more times than I can stand?
on days like this
I’m still waiting for the universe
to send it back to me
poem (c) 2017 D. Ohlandt
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