You won’t find It
At Cafe Napoli or down on Washington Avenue
On Telegraph Ave or at the French Laundry
In an apartment overlooking Central Park or a long vacation at a Cannes beach
You won’t find it
In Greta’s gorgeous eyes or Max’s robust portfolio
In the third wife or the fourth Mercedes
In receiving a second doctorate or securing a huge grant
You won’t find it
While ingesting this or bingeing on that
Accumulating trinkets or amassing honors
In the throng of chanting citizens or the concert crowd of devotees
Stop wandering out there
Close your eyes
Start meditating
You’ll find it
