Perhaps Found

It was the anthem of my twenties,
fledgling adult longing
painfully called out on radio waves
reminding me over and over

But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for

Then frequent opportunity for flashback
on the oxymoron of
“oldies rock ‘n roll” stations,
its classic, timeless reminder

But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for

Volume up and
from the diaphragm
in what I like to imagine
was harmony, I sang

But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for

over and over

Then suddenly, not.
One day Bono calls out longingly
and I just don’t respond.
I have no use for his anthem now—
nor mine—
and change the channel

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WORDS: ©2014, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Girl Standing on Foreshore, Half Moon Bay, 1932, Museum Victoria.

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