The Most Valuable Treasure

It’s a famine of the soul

a fight for your existence

but only you know about it

and how truly thirsty you are.

 

Searching in the darkness, the swamps, the okefenokee

for some sort of cryptic freestyle meaning

lightning bolt, or eureka moment

but there are none.

or maybe just

none for you.

 

Waiting

in misery

for an epiphany

that never comes.

rocking back and forth

getting lonely

 

you fill your saddle bag with water

because you’re on a trek

to the desert,

the high country

mountain cliffs where winds blow swift

and bones crack loudly

 

hairs prickle

on your arm

as a mountain lion roars

 

and at long last

light breaks through the clouds

to christen you a new found king

master of your own destiny

 

finally

maybe you can have it.

just over the hill

down there.