Snapshots

i keep mental souvenirs in mental

scrapbooks i loathe to cherish. each

page, another attempt at closing the

deal; yet being the ‘victor’ is a title

reserved for winners...

as a consultation, i'll claim that last

place trophy and store in a crowded

museum of blunders...

but my chin never waivers...

the horse remains saddled...

the climb, ever so steep, requires

stable hands. i reach for the sun, but

only make it as far as the clouds...

today, i'll add more photos framing

past attempts i set free but have

promptly found their way home—

unfulfilled. unpromised. left in stasis with

others while trying eyes try again...

there's a thrill in every pursuit, riddled

with unthought of roadblocks at every

other turn. but there's also a finish line.

i know it's there...

i'll focus my lens and maintain a semblance

of faith before the very windows i seek

fade into oblivion. dreams cost ample time

and effort. not a surprise at all... but

lingering in a state of wistfulness only

thwarts the act of doing...

today feels different...

today feels like the day...

today, I don’t forage alone.

the joy of pursuit is with me every step.

which leaves these objectives... they're

coming along for this bumpy ride...