No Rest for the Weary

Year after year has passed where money was

traded for need humility was lost in tall grass
of desire bartered off for greed sunrise sunset
high tides of willfulness exchanged for ebb
tides of neglect night times on loan were

laid to waste alone so thus life at the canyon’s
edge has been lived the abyss has been visited
many a time and the hilltops climbed with very
sparsely placed punctuation between not even
the comfort of a well deserved period to afford

some rest and yet we claim success making it
nearly to the end with a semicolon in hopes that
there is something of worth to come; and here
a bit of value left to say a thing of comfort and
grace yet to gain awaiting the wide open spaces

and fruitless plains of eternity to follow…

Chris Hanch 5-14-18