Member Poem

Is it a journey
or a long trek
is who I am
where I am
from a fixed
point in terms
relative when
weighty slant
peers further
for compass
while a random
vortex of taut
life spin ramps
the blind spot
I’d  often query
in vacant gaze
at blurred mists
that oozy offset
onset, offshoot 
as founding link
a yet to find