The Gold


moving slowly around
circumnavigating holes
the contents of which
have been pined and longed for,
taking tender first steps
not for the first time,
but again and again
(the nature of hope)
circling like a tiger might
or a lioness around her prize
with the patience of still waters
or a growing moon
for the time that gaps fill
and mysteries reveal
and what is believed is seen. – TS