I’m searching for my voice, listen…is it here?
Mine is a voice of prosody, though sometimes of verse
It has rhythm that often falters, skipping, out of time
It meanders like a cat, its tail waving
I have seen my voice in print, I hope it sounds like me
I am looking for it here, it might be lying in a notebook
or a scrap of paper, a random scribble on a page