We never arrive. If I could only accept this truth-
Maybe I could look up from the trail every once in a while
And enjoy the view.
But as it is-I must keep my head down
Look for rocks, twigs, roots,
Anything that will trip me up
Because. I. Must. Get. There.
There.
Anywhere but here.
Because here is not the end.
And the destination is waiting.
I will not be distracted-
I cannot be bothered.
By the sourwoods-
Or the ferns-
Or the rhododendrons.
Even though I love the sourwoods,
And the ferns, and especially
The rhododendrons.
They can't possibly be it.
It.
Anything but this.
Because this is not that.
And that sounds so much better.
I will not settle for this-
I can't stop for wildflowers
They just popped up-
They aren't even supposed to be there anyway.
Pretty, yes but keep moving.
I won't allow complacency
There's no time to stop and enjoy this
Trust me the view from the end will be better
Will be more
More.
Anything greater than what I [have, see, feel, know] now.
Because what I [have, see, feel, know] now is not enough
And more will be noticeable-
Measurable, surely.
Just keep on.
A little further-
Don't stop
A little more-
Almost there.
