Distance
The summer wind stirring leaves above
sounds like applause.
Arms raised, I am
victorious for one moment
having survived this long long life
Behind the skull
Cell memory
Instinct
fear always seeks a gap
towards the back of the line
At my heels a strained unfolding cloth
leaks fraying tenacious threads
And in front of my tongue an unattainable
nectar beckons in teaspoonfuls
of sweet Justice.
Do you know the taste
of the risks
we take, hurling madly with ignorant desires
onto these unmitigated shores?