Looking Into The Faraway Present

Anything holy, good, or

wise is glorious at first

until it isn’t. Somewhere

in the middle it becomes

something else entirely,

another anything that’s

hard, possibly boring and

more than what was planned

for, maybe worth revisiting

later.

This is where durable

transformation takes place

in small aggregations of

aggravated daily movements

forward while there are so 

many other new things one

could start with our hungers

all alive.