it’s undiscovered I seek, and unwritten;
yet over decades have I learned certain
patience. Life is not forever. O, gods,
no! life is far too temporary! we
are born to trauma and to trauma
ebb and flow – and yet, oh yes, and yet! Life
and wonder and love and joy and pleasure
fill our horizons like gardens, orchards
of plenty between seasons of longing
and days of drought. curses lie heavy on us
what seems eternity, and yet in every breath
a promise of perpetual animation!
could we but hold it in our heart to feel
this perpetual moment . . . makes all life real.

dmpitchford   12/24/23