Hunting down
every special thing.
Golden tokens
of our memories.
No good deed
goes unrequited.
No malady
goes uncured.
Wish it were that simple.
Smiling eyes
open in the morning
to behold
the glory of the day.
No insecure,
anxiety riddled
malcontents
droning on and on.
Simple as a sail
to catch the wind,
to break you off this
wretched peninsula.
One by one,
the banners fall,
until the way behind
is just as empty
as the fore.
Tenacity
bites down
like a wounded Malinois.
Never letting go
also has its charms.
Secret away
one or two more
shining moments,
before the hunter
and his hounds
ride them down.
One by one,
reunite
like refugees
fleeing in the dark.
Bittersweet reunions
of a purpose
and a past
restored.
Clear waters
and skies open.
Take to the bow
and feel the waves
splitting before us.
Precious cargo,
of one or two
on board.
Finally,
the voyage is underway.
DJR – 2023
