Sketched out in the Dust

on an old blue dresser

in an abandoned farmhouse

somewhere in the Midwest,

maybe Iowa, I really don’t remember,

was the story of my life

only I didn’t know it then

as I hadn’t lived so long as to see it.

But there were mathematical formulas,

 haikus and bible verses,

and a picture of a fish

of some sort, meaning,

either Jesus or the White River or both.