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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Insatiable

 

 

That house beside the sea, its crooked pine

a promise of contentment long withheld.

Unfailing wisdom, fabled silver spoon.

The fine career, angelic spouse, a child

 

immune to every fashion, lie and wound.

Have you not learned it yet?  Our fervent hopes

are only cunning cages for that wind

whose breath conveys the scent of infinite space.

 

No, yearning and your days will never match,

although your life’s a sacred flame in bone.

So let it be enough—however much

you might have craved what almost could have been.

Or else remain, to strive and cling, still avid—

and everything you grasp will bear the void.

 

—Michael Bradburn-Ruster