The treasure, once found,
proves too heavy to carry
home, the weight of our
winnings worthless in the
end, for we must choose
either to squat here in
the far distances and admire
our achievements or to
let them be and allow goals
won at such great cost
slip free of our grasp,
abandoning all we've
ever desired because the
very having of them
proves too intractable,
beyond the bounds of
worlds and lives such as
the ones we possess.
4 comments:
"and allow goals
won at such great cost
slip free of our grasp,
abandoning all we've
ever desired" -
While it often seems this way, life proves that choices must be made. In the end, we may find that what we've chosen is valued more that what we have abandoned. It's true that some things are left behind with pain, and remembered with longing. Interestingly, it's sometimes difficult to really know "all that we desire" until we add breadth to our vision, and even then, we are limited by our position in time.
This poem is very meaningful to me, Firefox.
I've been trying to learn to just toss stuff I haven't looked at for five or six years. But the hunter-gatherer instinct is very strong. So the stacks of "stuff" just keep getting deeper with each passing year. I'm afraid I'll probably need to move a few times in order to really rid myself of all but what I really use. (All the really useful stuff fits in the junk drawer.)
This reminds me of a time when I was a hunter, and shot a bear... we spent a couple of hours draggin it out of the woods... by the time we had it in the truck, it had lost all of its allure... I don't believe I've hunted since that day.
Thanks, everyone, for your kind words. This was a piece that just came up, and I wrote it down without much in the way of forethought. I'm never sure if my shorter pieces have the proper "Arc", but perhaps that's not a big concern for a poem. I'm glad you all seemed to find something in it to consider.
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