JOURNEYING - OFF & AWAY

In a hole - can’t get out:

lost my clothes and directions

so find a towel instead.

They sang me out, no fret or stress -

a lullaby-scape of primal lucidity

  welcomed as homecoming;

as if I was no strange intruder.

Was it a puzzle, a test, a trap?

Conscious - but unaware of self,

my hangout persona a pile of rags -

easily shed, no-one cared;

Was I seeking, expecting something

like a grail, a kindof story

with purpose and a point?