A Goal Not Beyond

Not there, not that, not then.

Right here, It is this.



Maybe, hopefully:

Looming as a memory.

Catching me, reminding me.

Not to be held,

Just known, before slipping away.




When it comes not as part of this and that,

But, somehow, is this and that.

Then It is this and that I’ll see.

Hold it awhile longer.

Next time.


It’s right here.

No path, no ceremony

No cults, no worship

Right here among us.

My goal is right here.

Right now.