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
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?