Searching My Soul

My soul seems to be hidden today. Where can it conceal itself? I thought it was always with me, Roaming the endless paths That clatter the corridors of my mind, coursing through my arteries and veins, invading all essential organs that keeps me alive all day. Maybe it flew away Like some mad eagle that lost its way! I will not search for it. It will return when it feels There is a need for it. My feet follow tracks unknown Oblivious of time and space. I meet old friends and strangers, I pass on, I do not recognise their mien. I thread through paths lined With rampant dark green ferns, I slush through shallow muddy pools, I rest below the copious hedgerows. Down in the valley cows are milked, Geese cackle and cocks crow, Cats copulate in peace. Fragrance of new-cut hay Makes my nostrils flare. Smoke billows from the chimney Of an old cottage near the farm. Should I invite myself, Betake a country hearty meal? I am welcome Urged to taste the home-brewed beer Or the new fermented cheese. I feel a kind of peace. Perhaps my soul is back Or perhaps it's the beer or the cheese. Who can say?