I’m finding it hard
to get a grip on it.
This thing in front of me.
Feel like I’ll let it slip,
but I’ve been riding this coiling serpent
for so long,
without falling off,
it must go on forever.
There are those
that claim they know,
and for a price,
they will tell you.
Some are liars,
some are just convinced
that their eyes have beheld promise.
Their hands have touched it,
and their minds understood it;
even though,
we all know
that that is very likely
impossible.
I’m hanging on, here.
I think this serpent
has become a dragon.
I’m not afraid, anymore,
just looking for a way
to kill time.
Still trying to figure it out.
I find purchase
between the thick scales.
When I touch the soft underside,
I realize,
finally,
that I can kill it
if I want to,
but I think that I
have learned
to love the ride.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
Fact is,
I’m still barely holding on,
but I have seen so many fall
that I know
I’m doing better than most.
Riding spirals
up into the air.
Diving down,
to skirt above the waters.
Ride this until the end,
and wonder what it will become
when it’s all over.
HG – 2020
