The Pursuit of Evasive Things
Sometimes you have to wonder how
we can want the things we want
in the unapologetic way that we do.
A violent stirring
in the depths of our being;
our insides reeling
with an insatiable restlessness.
A wanting that quickly rises
to the surface of our skins;
Piercing and determined to make itself known.
But it’s almost as if they heard us-
Feet heavy and eager
An audible lunge towards our prey
Their eyes widen;
Startled by our hunger,
they hastily take flight.
And again, leaving us wanting.
Even if they are evasive as ever.
But what is life’s purpose if not to chase after our passions?
What are the steps we take for if not to bring us closer
The dust settles.
The planets align.
The time is right.
And what was once evasive
Perpetually keeping their distance
Beyond arm’s reach
Is finally nestled calmly and perfectly
in the palm of our hands.