What is it
that has got you now?
You used to be
such a wild supplicant.
But now you’re gone
from that place;
set off on some grand escape.
Did adventure call your name,
or did destiny unlock the gate?
You used to say,
that it didn’t matter,
as long as you were happy.
Happiness
became the name
of your ascribed religion.
Then you changed
and I thought
it was because you had found
what you needed,
when in fact,
you found what you needed
wasn’t there.
Maybe that’s the landscape
that you now drink in
through slate-grey eyes.
The trammel and travail
birthed far more poignant things
than happiness ever could.
You reduced yourself,
gave up that ego,
so wherever you are,
I bet you’re shining, now.
A light,
rather than a flower.
HG – 2019
