what we’re looking for . . .
if we find what we’re looking for
is what we’ve found . . .
looking for what we wanted to find.
The search, the journey,
the process . . . we all know the story,
and we all know it’s true—
what we’re looking for
is the distraction we need
because we know, really,
there’s only one way to know,
only one scenario where we find it
and drink from the grail.
Yet we look, we search the leafy shade
dappling the board fence;
the cat’s tail dancing as it sleeps
in the window sill; the child’s
sobby-song burbling out
on a toddle-trot-&-stumble
away from the dog’s tongue,
arms up, tears sprinkling the ground.
We know when we go slow, look close,
savor the sweetness and the pain,
we can find it, what’s there—
because every moment is a quest,
every taste is what we get,
and sometimes it’s less than we hoped for—
and sometimes it’s more, way more
than we can swallow. Sometimes
it’s more than we ever dreamed.