Hope Regained

HOPE REGAINED East of ambition; north of darkness. But south of where he’d like to be A river flows. Or a stream. He chooses what he sees. And sometime past while walking on the stony bank Between the lone pine tree and his dreams. He loosed his grip; a violent thought wrenched it out of reach. And now you hear him in the early dawn or late at night Stumbling among the reed beds; the shallows choked with weeds. Aware of the enormity of his loss; the emptiness beneath his feet. But here and there; under and between; he plans to search for evermore. For now he knows which way the river flows And what he seeks will be found; on the far shore of these waters deep.