THE FAR SHORE A MOIST ABSTRACTION

The far shore,*
A moist abstraction, mistily, like a mirage,*
Can we ever reach this mysterious site,
Whose scope and spread we know not of,
The hidden, the unforeseen, the future,
Best we do not know—what is in store,
Events can come at you as a swift barrage,
Oftentimes you can feel the sting of a bite,
Or the gentle nudge of a sudden shove,
Better to bind your wounds, bandage, suture,
Then to go out in the wilderness unprepared,
Hoping that this time you will be spared,
But for me I am always willing to take a chance,
That is the beauty of a life lived for romance

*White on White by Mark Abbey

August 15, 2007