Mine

I delve dark places
in forced privation
and solitude,

ever scrabble
stubborn ground a
prospector and
his claim.

Though dank the soil and
deep the fear,
just close the eyes
to recall
distant horizons
towards I strive.

And dream,
yes—dream.

That I could recline,
garbed most comfortably
in well-lit places,
overlooking Mediterranean blue,
with fine food and drink
astride a vision in white.

Breathe her gauzy air,
enjoy a conversation,
pass the time.

2015.03.23 – 2023.12.14